When we were both in the warm of my house Luke began to make himself at home whilst I headed into the kitchen to fetch two glasses and the bottle of wine I used to persuade him in. I'd been looking forward to this drink all night, time to kick my feet up and relax a little. I had made sure to stay away from alcohol at the club earlier as I didn’t want to be any more vulnerable around Luke then I was already. But recently I had seen another side to him. It was kind, friendly...gentle. Ok, so I had also seen the angry side of him again but this time he controlled it. He seemed sweeter so I felt I should let my guard down a little.
I entered the living room carrying the two sparkling red glasses of wine and the half empty bottle under my arm. Luke took his drink from me and chugged a big gulp of it. He looked as if he'd been waiting all night for it too. I then placed the bottle and my glass on the coffee table that was in front of him and began to leave the room.
"I'll only be a second. Just gunna get changed into something more comfortable." I shouted as I quickly ran up the staircase towards my bedroom. Luke didn't make a sound so I presumed he was drinking. When I got into my room I flicked my fairy lights on making the room glow. I then walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of little black pyjama shorts, pink vest top and before leaving my room I slipped on my fluffy slippers. After that I left and went back down to join Luke.
When I walked into the room he didn't notice me to start with. Luke was relaxed on the sofa with his empty wine glass resting in his big hands, his blonde locks perfectly swept and wetting his pink lips with his tongue playing with his lip piercing. After momentarily stopping to gawp at his attractiveness I carried on walking towards my seat and shouted,
"I'm back!" His head quickly turned in my direction startled by my big entry. He sat there looking me up and down for a split second, checking me out and then a cheeky grin appeared on his face as he hummed.
"What?" I said bluntly.
"You look hot." He replied chuckling. I could feel my cheeks turning pink but I tried to make him not realize how flattered I actually was.
"Shut up Luke." I objected grabbing the bottle of wine and leaning over to refill his glass.
"I see you're trying to get me drunk...” he chuckled again
"…so you can do naughty things to me and hope that I don't remember tomorrow." Luke then winked at me with a cheeky smile on his face, revealing his perfect teeth.
"You wish. I think it would be more realistic that you'd be the one trying to get me drunk." I let out a small giggle. Luke fell silent.
"Excuse me?" He said placing his glass on the coffee table. I giggled again at his astonished tone.
"Well, your rep with girls isn't exactly sparkling is it?" My giggles were cut off when Luke suddenly pushed me back onto the sofa and a little smirk grew on my face. I thought he was just messing around until his dark eyes were suddenly piercing mine and a strong painful grip around my wrists made me shriek. As I did his grip got stronger. Then tears started to well in my eyes.
"Luke......Luke. You're hurting me." I whimpered under his muscular body. Suddenly his eyes grew lighter and he looked at the grip he held on me. Jumping off of me he paced nervously around the living room with one of his hands on his hip and the other brushing through his hair.
"Kasey I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm s-" he stopped pacing around the room as his eyes met mine and he saw the fear and pain I was in. He then walked over to me and calmly sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning in and trying to wipe my tears away. But I flinched away and took in a sudden deep breath.
"No, no Kasey, please. Don't be scared of me I'm sorry." I could see the sadness overwhelm his eyes. He truly didn't mean hurting me and meant his apology one hundred percent. So I took a deep breath to calm myself, sat up and wiped my tears away.
"It's ok, I'm not scared...just shocked at how amazing your muscles look when you're tensed." I giggled trying to change the tone of the room. He chuckled a little but then his face looked worried and upset again.
"I'd better go." He said standing from the sofa.
"No, Luke. You've been drinking so you can't drive." I quickly got up, following him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards me.
"I can walk." he replied stubbornly.
"But I don't want you to go." I walked closer to him still holding his arm our chests nearly meeting and my big eyes staring up at him.