I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Luke, hurt from my betrayal. I felt like a monster, delivering pain and suffering to those around me. I hated myself. Before, I would despise those who cheat and lie, but now I was one of them. I questioned myself over and over 'why did you do that?' I was never one to seek out revenge, especially without solid evidence. I felt like such a fool.
I turned over to look at the sleeping angel next to me. He was lying his back with his head faced towards me. His lips, slightly parted, so that I could hear his soft breath hushing as he dreamt. He'd changed so much. I'd grown to love the new him.
I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to splash some water in my face. It was way too hot under the covers, but chilly outside, especially since I was only wearing underwear. As soon as my bare feet left the carpet touched the cold bathroom tile a shiver ran up my spine. I stared at my refection in the mirror.
'How the hell am I going to fix this?'
I glared at my disgraceful reflection, then looked down into the empty sink.
'What Luke doesn't know wont hurt him.'
I ran the cold tap over my hands and smeared the water over my face. I then reached for a towel and dabbed my skin dry. I instantly felt less sweaty.
I made my way back to the bed and crawled under the sheets which seemed a lot cooler than before. I got comfy by lying on my side, facing away from Luke. I must have woken him, his arm reached round my waist and pulled me in tight. He then placed a kiss on the back of my neck. Then another on my shoulder. I turned my head back to see him braced up and looking straight into my eyes. Even in the dark his bright blues shone. He then proceed to kiss my lips whilst softly grinding onto me. His hand made its way up to the base of my breast, then back down. Further down. He slid his hand down my pants and ran a finger slowly over my clit. Unfortunately I wasn't at all wet. I actually felt a little embarrassed that he felt me dry, but it didn't revoke him. He continued to rub my area, eager to get some moisture out. But it wasn't working. He stopped kissing me and pulled his hand out.
"You okay baby?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, im fine. I dunno I just don't think I'm feeling it tonight." I spoke quickly, which would have failed to avoid suspicion. But Luke didn't notice.
"Oh, well if you're not up for it then that's fine." he said lying back down.
I felt really bad, I owed hi so much. "No, I'm up for it." I said as I rolled over to face him. He just smiled and pecked me on the nose, then he pulled my into a cuddle.
"I'll never make you do something you don't want to ever again." he whispered. It remained silent. He was drifting back off to sleep. I waited till he was semi-concious.
"Luke?" I mumbled into his chest, trying to keep the tears from spilling. He made a small hum as a response. "Do you love me?" I asked hesitantly.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I love you more than anything" he whispered. He let out a small giggle, "More than my mum."