Chapter 7

🎶 I met you in the dark

You lit me up 

You made me feel as though

I was enough. 🎶

- James Arthur -

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#Luke's POV 

 Do you ever feel attracted to something just by the smell of it?

 It's like when you're walking on the street on your way home, suddenly you smell something really good—like the smell of fresh bread in the bakery shop—and then your feet unconsciously head towards that shop? 

 You walk inside the shop and look at the displays; you feel the sudden craving and starve to taste them, even when you just ate a moment ago. And there's nothing that could satisfy those cravings other than those goodies at the bakery shop.

 You just can't deny it.

 Well, that's what I'm feeling right now. 

 It's weird, I know. How I dare to compare a girl to a bakery shop is probably one of the stupidest thoughts my brain could ever produce. But I assure you, it's not a bad intention. She draws me in like those goddamn bakery shops, and I just have an urge to have it every time I'm home. 

 She smells so damn good—a mix of vanilla and something fresh but sweet—maybe watermelon? kiwi?

 I don't know. 

 All I'm sure about right now is that I'm attracted to her. And I'm trying to stop myself from grabbing her hand and finding out.

 Man, I sound like a total creep.

 What kind of a normal man is thinking of hugging a girl they just met half an hour ago? A madman like me. But damn, she smells heavenly. It's like my own personal heaven. 

 They are addictive. Too tempting.

 I'll ask her that later, because right now I look like a total lunatic, which will scare her to the next week. We don't want that to happen, now do we?

 Holy shitballs! 

 We just met half an hour ago, and I don't even know her last name, for goodness sake. 

 What the f**k is wrong with me?

 Am I drunk already? I barely touched my drink before she came up here with her friends, and I can't stop myself from looking at her since. She successfully grabs my attention at the first glance.

 I'm not talking about her looks that put me in a stupor here, even though it could be one of the reasons why I'm interested in her. 

 She is one hell of a walking beauty; I'm not blind for f**k sake, but there's something about her that draws me in like no other. Again, like those goddamn bakery shops.

 She gives different vibes to me, and I'm curious to know what separates her from the other girls I've met before. 

 I want to get to know her better. She doesn't really talk much though; her friend's the one who does the talking while she's just staring at me and blushing at the same time. Adorable. She looks so pure and cute when she blushes. 

 And I don't know why, but I like the way she looks at me.

 She's looking at me with her big doe eyes, staring straight at my soul. It's like I'm the only thing that matters to her, and the others don't exist. 

 It feels like she sees me, Luke Spencer, and not the glamourous version of Luke everybody thought of me. And damn me if I don't like it.

 I f**king love it. 

 And now I crave this feeling she gives me. I want to treasure it. No, I need to save it in my f**cking bank account if I can.

 Dammit, now I sound like one of those sappy guys in those romance books. But, instead of a romantic guy with a good heart, I am a shithead with shittier minds that don't deserve her. Yet I'm going to be selfish just to have her in my arm.

 First, I need to get to know her better, so I send a signal to Alex to try and get them to stay here. He acts on it fast. 

 "Come on, sit with us. It looks like you can use some drinks too. My treat for the pretty girl and the birthday girl." Alex says, with a wink and playful smirk. 

 Finally, he's doing something right for once. 

 I turn to look at Jean to see her looking at her friends with her big eyes in a panic, and I want to laugh at that. She's truly adorable. Her friend turns to look at me and agrees easily. She's probably seeing the interest in my eyes for Jean and wants to be a matchmaker. Good decision on her part. 

 I offer my seat to her willingly, with a cunning motive in mind. Since my seat is a one-person sofa, we'd have to sit flushed to each other. I can't wait to have her close to me. 

 And yet, when she sits on my lap, I couldn't have been more shocked than I am now. I have no idea that I would get a bonus that comes with my brilliant scheme.

 The closer she is, the better her fragrance smells. I'm not talking about those perfumes that irk you and rub you up the wrong way, but a soft and alluring scent that lures you in unconsciously.

 And the view of her flawless skin in front of my very eyes is not helping my case. All I think about is licking and kissing her soft skin, which smells fucking amazing.

 I want to taste her. I want to claim her. 

 If she could hear the voice inside my head right now, she'd probably run out of this room faster than my brain could spell a creep.

 F**k. I need to get a grip. I can't be a creepy guy that chases a girl he just met only to devour her the next. 

 It's not me to fall head over heels for a girl. I don't think I'll turn into the guy I've always mocked and laughed at in the past. And now it feels like I'm on the highway to be on top of that list.

 My heart says, 'She is different.'

 The logical me says, 'You don't know that, shithead.'

 The poetic me says, 'No shit, but I can feel it. She's the one.'

 I'm going mental.

 I shake my head to try to clear my head from these weird thoughts rolling havoc in my head. As I'm trying to find something to hold onto, my hand is unconsciously reaching out to do something I want to do so badly. 

 The time is slowing down as I find my hand working its way to her waist without her consent, but at the same time I can't stop myself from wanting to feel her soft skin. My heart is beating faster each second.

 The moment our skin touches, I feel something jerk me alive. The rush of adrenaline is passing through my veins in waves. It's like when you know you do something dangerous, but instead of giving up, it makes you wild and ecstatic. F**k, I know I'm walking on a perilous route, but I can't stop myself.

 You just feel it.

 And apparently, she feels the same way—from her trembling hands and biting down her lips to how she's sweating in nervousness even if the air conditioner is behind us. She's affected by my touch, just as much as she affected me. 

 Hell if I don't feel so damn proud of that. 

 We are in this shit together. I know it's not only me that feels this weird attraction to each other. Well, I hope it's not, because it will be awkward and embarrassing if I feel this all alone in my head.

 I rub my thumb across her bare skin idly. I like the way her soft skin feels, and I know that she likes it too, from the way she's leaning in to my touch like she silently begs for more. 

 Suddenly she jerks up and leans away from my touch. It's like she's awake from the dream she had before. 

 Why...?

 I feel a pang in my stomach. It hurts to think that she is trying to stay away from my touch. 

 It just does not feel okay.

 And that's when I decided to do what I do next.

 I can't let this girl slip right through my fingers when I know damn sure there could be something between us. I don't know about her, but I know damn well if I didn't do what I did next, I'm going to regret this my whole life. 

 I lean in to her ear, determination and wary clouding my mind. I try to sound as confident as I picture myself to be. I pray to whatever God is up there that she will agree.

 "Say Jean," I whisper to her ear seductively, sensing her awareness of our closeness. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

 There, I say it. Claps for me.

 She whips her head back and looks me in the eyes. The question and the shock are clear in them, like she doesn't believe what she just heard. Believe me, I still can't wrap my head around it too.

 The girl I just met less than an hour ago got me thinking about licking, tasting, and keeping her to myself. And now she makes me do something that I don't believe I'd ever do. 

 It reminds me about that something my mom says will happen someday. Moms and their psychic ability.

 It will look so damn comical if it's not for the serious level in this situation and my sanity hanging on the line here. Let's not forget about how those alluring lips of hers are now distracting me from having straight thoughts.

 God, how I want to taste those full luscious lips now. How does they looks so perfect it hurts to watch? 

 It should be a sin to just stare at her lips and not devour it at the next moment. But then again, I don't want anyone else to kiss her lips. They're mine. I need to mark her lips as soon as possible.

 I never know that I have a possessive thread in me until I met her. Dammit.

 Great Lord, so help me contain myself. I don't want to scare her away. I need to make whatever this is between us to work out.

 And since when do I become so religious?

 I blame it all on her and her delicious smell and her luscious lips. She's just... perfect. 

 What this girl do to me in a matter of half an hour got my head spinning like crazy. I sound crazy. 

 It all went too fast and I feel way too much. I know that, dammit, but what else could I do? 

 Every fiber in me chanting her name like a religious prayer. Maybe it's just lust, or maybe it's just curiosity.

 I'm not even sure what this all means. All I know is, I am so gone for her.