Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Luke and I woke up at 10am to help his frat set up for a studying event that they were throwing. Last night, I spent my time studying while Luke packed what he was bringing home. The furniture belonged to the frat house, but he was in the same room next year so he wasn’t too worried about bringing anything but clothes and Petunia’s toys. It was jarring, waking up this morning to see his room packed up and ready to be parted with. Today was our last day together. It’s finally sinking in. He’s leaving and we only have 23 more hours together.

Luke was in charge of baking for the event, so I was helping him make batter for cookies, cupcakes and brownies. As we mixed and baked, conversation was limited. We were focused on what we were doing, neither of us wanting to be out in the open. We wanted to be in his room together, hoarded away and spending our last hours in peace. But Luke said that if we baked, we wouldn’t have to be in the living room while the event was going on or help clean up after it was over. He said it was the least we could do to get the most time alone, so I went along with it.

As I mixed the ingredients together for homemade icing, Luke came up behind me. He set his chin on my shoulder and snaked his arms around my waist.
“Aren’t you supposed to be putting the cookies in the containers?” I asked with a small laugh.
“I finished,” he mumbled into my skin, tightening his grip.
“What about the brownies? Are they-” he cut me off.
“Yes, they’re in the containers and already in the living room.” I couldn’t help but laugh, opening my mouth to speak. “And before you ask, the cupcakes are done and cooling off” Closing my mouth, I scooped up some of the frosting on my finger for him to try, turning around in his grip.
“Thank you.” My voice was soft, Luke crooking his head to look at me as his body leaned into mine. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before wiping my cheek with a rag.

“You had flour on your cheek.” He explained himself, tucking my stray hairs behind my ears. My hair was tied into a messy ponytail, frizzing out from all the moving around the kitchen.
“You have something right…” My voice trailed off as I wiped the sample of icing on his nose. He fake gasped, swiping it off with his finger and bringing it to his mouth. I stared at his lips, watching as he sucked the icing off his skin.
“I’m not mad that you did that because it’s so good.” His voice was low and raspy.

I took the rag from him, getting the spot he missed. Our eyes met and, within a second, our lips were smashed against each other. His hands found my hips, gripping onto them and lifting me onto the counter. His body immediately found its way in between my thighs, my hands flinging down to push the bowl of icing out of our way as I dropped the rag on the floor. I wrapped my hands around his neck, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. I let out a quiet moan as his hand creeped up my thigh, pushing it down gently.

He pulled away and connected our foreheads, our breathing heavy.
“We have to do this cupcake shit.” His voice was quiet and irritated. I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. He slowly inched away from me, his hands guiding my hips as I jumped off the counter and soothed my skirt back down. Luke was quick to move away from me, grabbing the cupcaked from on top of the stove and putting them in front of us. He kept his distance, which was odd for him. Instead of snaking an arm around my waist, he grabbed a piping bag and shovelled icing in before going to work on a cupcake. I repeated his actions, taking a piping bag and cupcake for myself. After luke finished two and I finished four (as Luke was going much slower due to inexperience), I grabbed a plain cupcake and set it in front of me.

“Are you okay?” I asked, turning to him.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked in return and I sighed.
“Usually you… Stand… Closer.” I explained, immediately feeling stupid for asking.
“I stand closer?” his brow furrowed as she set down his third cupcake.
“Yeah… I mean… Like, after we kiss…” He tried to go on icing, but sighed and set the baked good on the counter.
“I just know I’m going to miss you is all.” He didn’t look at me, instead focusing back on icing the cupcakes.
“I’m going to miss you, too.” I whispered, turning back to face the plain cupcake. My hands shook as I applied the icing, the next couple cupcakes turning out much messier than intended. Irritated, I threw the piping bag down and pushed my hair out of my face, walking away from Luke and to the patio door.

I stared out the glass and to the backyard, trying to calm my breathing. I was going to miss him, too. In 20 hours, he’s leaving. And I’m going to miss him. I crossed my arms over my chest, biting at my bottom lip as Luke came up behind me, pulling me into a tight hug. I sniffled, tears immediately falling out of my eyes as I buried my head in his chest. My hands placed themselves just below Luke’s shoulder blades, trying to keep him as close to me as possible.

***LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW***

Val cried into my chest, her small hands fisting the back of my shirt as I rubbed her back and set my chin on her head. I didn’t want her to be sad or angry at me for leaving. Hell, I don’t want to leave at all—but I have to.
“I’m going to miss you, too.” Her voice was muffled from being pushed so far into my chest. “I know you need to go, but I don’t want you to leave me.” This was the moment I’ve been dreading. The moment it all sinks in. This is it. All we have left. The moment we both realize I’m leaving and that I don’t want to go. She doesn’t want me to go. Why won’t she just come with? I don’t know how I’m supposed to live for three months without her.

“Say something!” She demanded, ripping out of my grip and staring up at me. She had tears running down her cheeks and I didn’t know what to say. There was nothing I could say that would fix this. So, I grabbed her face and wiped away her tears before giving her a gentle kiss.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down? I’ll ask Lea and Mikey to finish these up and I’ll be there in a second.” She was still for a moment before finally nodded and disappearing in the halls.

***VALERIE’S POINT OF VIEW***

By the time Luke joined me in his room, I was calm again. My tears stopped and I was finally able to catch my breath. I spent the time waiting for him to join me by fixing my hair. And by the time he did, I was petting Petunia. He walked in the room, shutting the door behind him. As if his presence triggered that same feeling as before, I crashed into him with a hug, holding onto his waist and burying my face in his chest for the second time today. He held no resistance in hugging me back, seeming surprised when I pulled away so quickly.

“I’m sorry for freaking out,” I told him, our fingers intertwining.
“It’s okay, baby.” He gave my hands a quick squeeze before dropping them altogether.
“I’m going to go freshen up. I look like a mess and-” I stopped, making my way to the door. As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, I turned back to him. He was only a few feet away, his strong arms crossed over his chest. Just standing there, in that moment, I recalled the daddy comment he made yesterday and it filled my mind with questions. “Luke?” I asked and he raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

“Do you have a daddy kink?” In a split second he was backing me against the door, my hands pinned above my head.
“Why? Do you?” he asked in return, his breath fanning across my face. My face heated up, suddenly embarrassed for asking.
“I-I-Well, I-Um-” I stuttered, not knowing what to say. I didn’t even have the answer to that question.
“Go to the bathroom, baby girl.” He released me from the door, my body immediately cold from the lack of contact. I stood there for a split second before taking a shaky breath and exiting the room, ignoring Luke’s smirk.

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