It was now just before three o’clock and Luke and I had arranged for him to come around then. I was so excited to see him and to finally be able to kiss him and hold his as my own. To not have to share him or steal kisses in secret. I hated hurting Lauren like that but I just couldn’t help it. I didn’t have to do that anymore though. We could finally be together.
There was a knock at the door and I leapt up from my seat on the couch, bounding towards the entrance at full speed. He was here.
“Luke!” I exclaimed, immediately jumping into his arms. He caught me and spun me around, kissing my neck and face urgently.
“I’ve missed this so much. We can finally be together now babe,” his tone was excited as he spoke the words that had been on my mind all day.
“Finally,” my breath fanned against his face as we stood in front of each other, arms around one another’s waists. When he finally leaned down to kiss me, the butterflies erupted in my stomach, reminding me of just how much I was in love with this guy. That was the truth. I definitely was in love with Luke Brooks.
“Be my girlfriend?” Luke asked after we pulled away from the kiss.
“Of course!” I giggled excitedly and led Luke to the couch, pulling him down onto it with me so that we could lay there together and just enjoy each other’s company. He kissed me again, and we didn’t stop kissing each other for a good few minutes, making up for lost time.
“You’re not busy tonight?” I asked, looking up at his gorgeous features. His hair was lightly curled but more in waves and moved back and forth across his forehead as he shook his head. “Good,” I couldn’t help myself from staring into his eyes. They always managed to mesmerize me with their warm hazel colour.
“What did you have in plan?” His hand was running up and down my side gently, eliciting goosebumps on my skin.
“Let’s just stay here all night. We can watch movies and cook dinner together. I just want to spend time with you.” And distract myself from the silly mistake I had made last night. There was no way that I was letting that slip to Luke.
“Sound perfect,” he pecked my lips, again. “I’ll go choose a movie, you put the popcorn on.” I nodded my head in agreement and hoped up off the couch, strolling happily into the kitchen to make some popcorn. I probably looked like a right weirdo, skipping around the kitchen with a huge grin on my face while I waiting for the popcorn to cook, but I didn’t care. I was so happy Luke was finally mine.
“Okay here it is! Have you chosen the film?” I sat back down next to Luke setting the bowl of popcorn between us.
“Yep, but you’ll just have to wait and see what I’ve picked. It’s a surprise.” He winked, leaning back and grabbing a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl.
I was really hoping that he hadn’t put on some action or horror film, but was more than please when I saw the opening credits to my favourite film, Moulin Rouge.
“Luke,” I whined lovingly. I felt like such a fairytale couple, Luke choosing my favourite movie as we cuddle on the couch eating popcorn.
We watched another three films, during which we had ordered pizza for dinner and said our hello’s and goodbye’s to Alice who had decided to go and spend the night with her boyfriend upon seeing Luke back happily in my arms. Thank god she understood and let us have the quality time we really needed and deserved. Both Luke and I had fallen asleep on the couch, our bodies intertwined in one another’s. Luke’s arm was draped over my shoulder while I snuggled against his chest. It was the best sleep I had had in a while.
“Morning babe,” Luke whispered. My eyes flickered open at the touch of Luke’s fingers gently stroking the hair that had fallen on my face.
“Morning creepy,” I hummed back, still in wake up phase.
“I’m not being creepy. Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.” That word. Girlfriend. I craned my neck up to give him a kiss.
“Say it again,” I whispered against his lips before kissing them again.
“Girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend.” We shared another few lazy kisses until Luke suddenly sat up, nearly causing me to topple off the couch. “That reminds me! I want to properly introduce you to my family. Like come over for dinner. Tonight.” He was looking at me adoringly, but I couldn’t help but worry at the thought of meeting his mother. It wasn’t just the normal ‘meet the parents’ nerves, how would his mum react to us after he had just broken up with Lauren like a day ago. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong impression of me.
Luke detected the uncertainty on my face and pulled me into his side, lacing his fingers with mine.
“Georgia what’s wrong? Mum will love you!”
“It’s not that…” I didn’t know how to word it. And I didn’t really want to bring up the whole Lauren situation again. We were finally past that, let’s move on.
“Well then what is it?” The look on his face told me that I was beginning to worry him too.
“I just. Don’t you think its too soon? After y’know, Lauren.” My voice was barely a squeak, and I fiddled with one of the cushion corners with my spare hand out of nervousness.
His face instantly softened.
“Oh babe, don’t worry about that! Lauren never even met my mum, nor did I mention anything about her! It’s fine. I promise you.” I felt quite ridiculous. It was always so typical of me to over think things and worry too much about everything.
Luke gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before jumping off the couch, pulling me up with him. I stumbled, catching my balance before I hit the table. Where did Luke get this energy in the morning? I was still yawning for goodness sake!
“Now, you’re a woman. Go get in the kitchen and make me some breakfast while I call mum about tonight.” He said casually, a cheeky grin on his face as he awaited my reaction. And reaction did he get.
“Oi you! It’s the 21st century, make your own breakfast!” I played back, shoving him as I strode towards the kitchen. I wanted food anyways.
“I know babe, I’ll be there in a minute and we can make some pancakes.” The cheeky shit slapped my bum as I walked past him, chuckling before searching for his cell phone. I refrained from telling his it had slid under the coffee table. He will find it eventually.
I set out all of the ingredients ready to make some pancakes. It was a good suggestion on Luke’s behalf. I was really in the mood for some pancakes. But thin crepe like ones. Mmm.
“Sorry I had to use your home phone, I couldn’t find my cell.” I heard Luke say as he walked up behind me. I couldn’t help but smirk. He came up beside me, surveying the counter top laden with flour, milk and eggs, before turning to look at me, the smirk still clearly etched on my face. “What’s that look for? Do you know where it is?”
I kept my silence, feigning innocence. I loved teasing Luke but we could both tell I was lying. He could see straight through me. Damn smirk giving me away.
“Where is it?” He grabbed m by the waist, pulling my body against his.
“Under the coffee table,” I stated, willingly giving up my information just looking into his eyes. They were so intensely rich this morning.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked making his slow descent to kiss my neck. My head lulled at the contact of his lips on my skin and I hummed in approval.
“Payback for your comment,” I breathed, enjoying Luke’s assault on my neck.
Luke abruptly came to a halt, pulled away and headed back towards the counter, beginning to mix the ingredients in a large bowl I had set out. Just when I was getting in the mood as well. But I suppose if we were going to spend most of the day together, which I hoped we would, there would be plenty of time to do that.
“You suck.” I stated dryly as I joined him, heating up the pan and pouring the oil in. Thank god pancakes are quick, I was starving!
“I know you do. And you do it very well, might I add.” He was so cocky sometimes, but I couldn’t help and laugh at his insinuation. Boys and their dirty minds.
“Why thank you. Play your cards right and you could get another reminder. But food first. Hurry up and mix that batter! This hot pan is waiting!”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Miss Georgia.” He waggled his eyebrows up and down, his attention on me rather than the batter than he was pouring into the pan. Luckily I was watching and took the bowl from his grasp before he ruined our whole breakfast.
“Quit staring and watch what you’re doing to our precious food! I thought you Italians were supposed to be good cooks!” I teased setting the bowl down and coming up to hug Luke from behind, watching over his shoulder as he prepared the pancake for flipping.
“Sorry babe, can’t help it. But yeah, tonight. We’re having dinner at my house, and mum’s cooking so you’ll get a real taste of just how good us Italians can cook!”
I wasn’t as nervous about meeting his mum anymore, now that we got things cleared up. It would make things more official, and even though it seemed stupid to introduce your mum to your girlfriend of one day, but with me and Luke it was different. We’d known and kinda been together for months now.
We spent the rest of the day eating the stacks of pancakes we had made and reacquainting ourselves with each other, if you get my drift. Our breakfast had turned into lunch as well due to the excessive amount of pancakes we ended up making, and then having to store in the fridge. Cooking with Luke was just too much fun, and we got a bit carried away!
It was three o’clock again, meaning that Luke had been with me for the last 24 hours. We were both laying on my bed, with only the sheets to cover us, my head of his chest and his hand dangly on my shoulder, much like our position on the couch earlier this morning. I knew I would be happy having Luke back, but I never thought it would be this much. The sheer ecstasy I felt having him simply around me was enough to put me in a good mood for the day. This must be what it felt like to be in love. I can’t believe I had been so scared of it.
We were distracted from our wee moment together, just soaking up each other, by Alice arriving back at our flat, calling out as she walked down the hall. I heard the familiar sound of her bag being dropped on the hall table, and her shoes being kicked off against the wall. She was quite the routined person.
“We better get some clothes on and go and and see her,” I whispered, reluctantly sitting up and grabbing my clothes from the end of the bed.
“Yep, sounds good babe.” He followed my actions, redressing himself and gave me a final chaste kiss before we left my bedroom to seek out Alice.
“Hey babe,” I greeted, finding her lounging on the couch in the lounge, flicking through a Vogue.
“Hi George. Oh hey Luke, you’re still here,” she smiled warmly, looking up at us from her reading.
“I sure am, I’ve stolen Georgia for the day! It’s nice to see you again, Jai had mentioned you to me a few times. Well a bit more than a few if I’m honest.”
Alice and I both laughed, remembering Jai’s little attachment to Alice that night we went to the bar.
“Oh dear, only good things I hope!”
“More like, ‘I wish she was single’ things,” Luke laughed, leading me around to sit on the opposite couch. I was glad my boyfriend and best friend could get on so well. I knew from experience just how tough it could be when they didn’t.
“Unfortunately for him, I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.”
“We’ll have to find him a girl to make up for it,” I added. Jai was such a good guy, he would have no problem getting a girl if he wanted one. Not to mention he would treat her like she was his absolute world. Thinking about it, I really wanted to Jai to get a girlfriend. Maybe I would make that my next mission.
“George! Here’s your article!” Alice exclaimed, turning the magazine around to show me. She was right, on the right page was my article I had done on the top five coats for the autumn/winter season. I felt so proud seeing something that I had done in such a big magazine.
“Well done, baby. That’s fantastic!” Luke congratulated me, pecking my cheek.
“I’m just so happy something of mine got in! This is such a good way to end a good internship.” If my day hadn’t already been great, this had made it even better. People at work hadn’t even told me my piece had been selected! Best surprised ever.
I handed the magazine back to Alice, still gloating with pride. Things were looking up.