āfuck, that feels so good,ā you practically moan, letting your shoulders relax into lukeās large palms, unsure if itās his touch or the mass amount of aloe heās massaging into your abused skin. he chuckles, working his hands down your arms and up again, then to the burnt skin on your back.Ā
āi told you to use sunblock, babe,ā luke gloats for about the thirteenth time since the drive home from the beach.Ā
āshh, just keep working the aloe, smartass,ā you hush him, dropping your head. it was usually you doing the gloating, often seeing the horrible outcome of lukeās grand (and usually drunken) bright ideas. so in the odd instance luke was the one who was right, he often took it to the extreme.Ā
āthere ya go,ā he announces after a couple more minutes of massaging you.Ā āall done,ā he confirms with a pat to your shoulder, causing you to wince in pain.
āowwww,ā you whine, your entire body tensing up.Ā āluke!ā
āshit,ā he grimaces, before letting out a small chuckle.Ā āforgot.ā you turn your head and pout, before attempting to get up without disrupting the cooling feeling tingling upon your skin.Ā āhey, listen. grab one of my hoodies and iāll grab you an icepack and make some popcorn or something. movie night,ā luke suggests, stretching his long frame as he stands up from the couch to hover over you.Ā āyour choice.ā
āmy choice?ā your expression softens, gazing up at your boyfriend with a small smile, extending your arms for him to help you up.Ā
āyour choice,ā he confirms with a peck on your chapped lips.Ā āmy cute little lobster.ā
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