“Only you would be working on your birthday,” you teased as you walked through the doorway of Luke’s office, his head popping up from the sound of your voice as a smile grew across his distressed face. “Why do you do this to yourself?”
The CEO just shrugged as he flipped through some paperwork, his baby blues quickly darting between his computer and the files a few times before they landed back on you. “I wanted to get all of my work done early so I could have an extra long weekend with you.”
“But it’s your birthday,” you pressed on, walking over to his side of the desk before you sat horizontally on his lap.
A deep sigh fell from your boyfriend’s lips, his ice-cold eyes softening when he finally looked away from his computer and saw your attempt at a sad pout. “I don’t need to do anything big for my birthday.”
“What, so this morning wasn’t big for you?”
Luke cracked a smile from the memory as his head leaned back into his chair, his hands falling on your waist as he shook his head. “Babe.”
You smiled softly at him before turning to retrieve your bag as Luke intently watched your every move. “I got something for you,” you spoke up, biting down on your lip in an attempt not to laugh as you pulled out a tacky birthday hat and a kazoo.
“No,” the CEO immediately protested, but the grin on his face told you that he found it just as amusing as you did. “My workers can’t see me like this,” Luke laughed when you finally got the string around his chin, the hat already messing up his perfected hair as you failed to hold back your laughter.
“Happy birthday,” you told him for the hundredth time that day, pressing your lips against his before pulling away and softly kissing his neck, Luke’s breath shortening as he caved into your touch. “I haven’t even given you your best birthday present yet.”
Luke’s eyebrows rose as a smirk played across his lips, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as you closed the space between you two again. You broke away to motion for Luke’s receptionist to come in with a giant box, the CEO’s face instantly fading into a deep shade of red as he gripped his birthday hat and tore it off.
“Open it,” you told him once the obnoxiously-wrapped present was on his lap instead of you, Luke’s baby blues skeptical as he tore away the bright green wrapping paper.
“Holy shit,” Luke gasped once he was holding an electric guitar signed by the original members of Green Day, his eyes wide in shock as he looked up at you. “How the hell did you get this?!”
“I pulled a few strings,” you responded with a nudge, laughing at Luke’s unamused expression before he cracked a smile in defeat at your terrible joke.
The CEO stood up from his chair to wrap his arms tightly around you, his muscles challenging the expensive material of his suit as he picked you up and spun you around. “Thank you.”
“Still not the best present that I have for you, though,” you whispered, your lips teasingly brushing against his ear lobe as your arms slowly wrapped around his neck. Luke hummed in response before his lips were magnetically attached to yours, his hands roaming your body before he starting leaving kisses down your neck.
“I’ll just finish my work in the morning,” Luke muttered as he lifted you onto his desk, his lips busy showing you how much he loved you as you giggled at his sudden change of plans.
You were confused when Luke pulled away and stared at you intently, a shade of blue swimming around his eyes that you weren’t familiar with. “What?” you breathed out, your chest still heavily rising and falling from the tension of his body pressed tightly against yours.
Luke just shrugged as he reached out for his birthday hat, placing it on top of his head and striking a pose, the gesture making you laugh as Luke couldn’t find the strength to wipe the grin off of his face. “I’m just in love with you.”
“Are you okay?” Luke laughed as you tilted your head to the side, your desperate attempts to get the water out of your right ear continuing to fail as you shot your boyfriend a look.
“It won’t come out,” you whined, burying your head in the crook of Luke’s neck as you felt his chest vibrate from laughter.
“You got a little sun,” he commented as he ran his hands over your bright-red shoulders, your sunburn stinging as you smacked him on the arm, causing Luke to squeal out a giggle before pulling you back against his chest.
“At least my face doesn’t look like a tomato,” you shot back, giggling at how quickly he feigned offense before he cracked a smile. “I’m sure the office will have a field day with that.”
Luke hummed in response as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, his baby blues icing over as a smirk played across his pink lips. “They wouldn’t put their jobs on the line like that.”
You raised your eyebrows before a laugh elicited from your mouth, not even slightly surprised by his response as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Luke offered you a soft smile before his lips kissed the top of your head, his thumb slowly caressing the bottom of your thigh as you both waited for the fireworks to start.
“There it is!!” you nearly shouted, pointing to the sky as a faint glimmer of light shot through the darkness. The CEO squinted his eyes as he tried to see what you were talking about, giving you a confused look before a loud boom erupted in the air, the sudden noise scaring the life out of Luke as he nearly jumped.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out, the both of you cracking up as you buried your face into his chest. “Babe, look- there’s more!”
You couldn’t help but grin at the ecstatic look on his face before you reverted your attention back to the fireworks, the vibrant colors captivating you as you felt Luke’s arm wrap around your waist. His thumb kept gently tapping against your skin, the gesture eventually causing you to look up at him to find him already smiling at you, his dimples highlighted by the glow of the fireworks as you smiled back at him. “What?”
The CEO just shrugged before pulling you onto his lap. “’m just thinking.”
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you studied your boyfriend, finding the blonde-haired boy a lot more interesting than the fireworks setting off behind you. “What’s on your mind, Hemmings?” Luke’s baby blues stared at you intently before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, the taste of alcohol present as he deepened the kiss and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Luke.”
“I’m just in love with you,” he whispered, his thumb slowly tracing over the curve of your cheekbone before he kissed you again. “For the longest time, I never felt like anyone here actually cared about me. Everyone hung around me for my money or my status, and it made me doubt if I made the right decision moving to America,” he confessed, his eyes gentle as something unfamiliar to you swam around in the depth of their blue. “But then I met you.”
“Maybe I would’ve ended up in Australia,” you joked, a light laugh falling from Luke’s lips as he looked at you adoringly. “But I’m glad that you’re here.”
“Happy Fourth of July, baby,” Luke said under his breath, his lips brushing against yours until they were inseparable, his hands slowly roaming your body as you let him know how much he meant to you. “Those fireworks are nothing compared to what I feel for you.”
“Okay, that was just cheesy as fuck,” you called him out, the both of you laughing as Luke just shrugged and kissed your forehead.
“What did Snoop Dogg say before he lit off the fireworks?”
You sighed when you saw the grin already growing across his face. “What?”
“Pop it like it’s hot,” Luke continued. You tried your best not to laugh, but you couldn’t help it when the supposedly cold and mean CEO was practically shitting his pants at a bad joke he probably found on the internet.
“You’re ridiculous,” you told Luke as you rolled your eyes, quickly reciprocating his smile before bringing his lips to yours, “but that’s what I love about you.”
“I can’t believe that you’ve never dyed Easter eggs before,” you teased as you watched your grumpy boyfriend take a seat at the table, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt as he watched you slide a carton of boiled eggs towards him.
“We were more of an egg hunt type of family,” Luke shrugged while grabbing an egg and cautiously placing it into a glass of red dye. “My older brothers used to lock me in the bathroom so I wouldn’t find the egg with a hundred dollars inside of it before they did.”
“Well, now you have millions more than them,” you joked, causing Luke to smirk at you before he shook his head.
“Don’t bring it up to them tomorrow,” the CEO muttered out, his concentration now shifted to the egg that was halfway dipped into the blue dye. He smiled when he saw your impressed expression, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you before explaining himself. “One of my employees showed me their kids’ Easter eggs. I just wanted to try it out.”
You held up your hands in fake surrender while cracking a smile. “Go fucking crazy, Hemmings.”
A heartwarming laugh fell from the CEO’s pink lips, his eyes scrunched up at the sides as he checked the progress of his tie-dyed egg. “You know, allowing your consumers to personalize their products can be very beneficial for a company’s long-term growth. When M&M’s launched their campaign for personalized-” You cut him off by placing your finger over his lips and giving him a look, your boyfriend smiling before leaning away and dipping the other half of his egg in another color. “Sorry.”
You just shook your head and laughed before grabbing a pair of bunny ears and holding them behind your back. “It’s fine,” you quietly responded, pretending to take interest in Luke’s creative process as you crept up behind him and leaned over his shoulders. You slid the festive ears onto his head before running back to your seat, Luke’s shocked expression causing you to giggle as he grabbed his new set of ears and gasped at you.
“How dare you!”
“I think you look cute,” you shrugged, pulling out your phone to take a picture of your brooding boyfriend.
Luke just hummed in response as he walked over to you and picked you up out of your seat just to place you back on his lap, his hot breath lingering on your skin as his lips slowly dragged across your neck. “I’m not cute,” he breathed out before his lips attached to your skin, sucking harshly on your sweet spot as your head fell back to give him more access. “I’m the fucking boss, babe. Put the bunny ears on. I’ll meet you upstairs in three minutes.”
“Holy fucking shit!” Luke screamed when he raced back downstairs, his face lit up with joy when he realized that he’d left all of his eggs in the dye the whole time. You laughed as you swept your sweaty hair to one side, your arms folded over your chest to make up for the absence of Luke’s warmth as your boyfriend skidded across the kitchen floor to check out the colors that the eggs had turned over time. “Do you fucking see this?! Look how red this egg is!”
“Very pretty,” you complimented while pulling out a few bowls from the cupboards. “Are you ready for some deviled eggs?”
“What?” the CEO gasped out, his face appalled as you bit down on your tongue to hold back your laughter. “I just spent all of this time crafting these beautiful eggs to perfection, and you’re just going to destroy them?!”
“Fine,” you sighed, putting the bowls away as you pretended to be defeated. “We’ll just let the Easter bunny have them all.”
Luke’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at your comment before his smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a smirk soon playing across his lips as he moved towards you and pulled you into his chest. “Hey,” he breathed out as his fingers slowly traced down your back, his baby blues clouded over with lust as he intently watched you wrap your arms around his neck. Luke’s tongue teasingly ran over his lips before he leaned forward to kiss you, his tongue moving at an excruciatingly slow pace against yours as he squeezed your hips. You were completely out of breath when he pulled away before you saw a goofy smile appear on his face, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as Luke tapped his ring-clad fingers against your hips. “There’s nobunny I’d rather spend Easter with.”
“Uncle Luke! Why don’t you have your Mickey ears on?!”
“I’ll put them on later,” the CEO responded with a soft smile, his niece’s pouted lips causing him to laugh as he leaned forward in his chair. “I’ll buy you a churro later, as long as you don’t tell your dad.”
The little girl gave her uncle a firm nod before she ran away to join in on her family’s embarrassing dancing at the wedding ceremony, the Disney ballroom decorated to the nines as the CEO reached out for his glass of white wine.
“Bribing a little girl with churros?” you laughed as you sat down at the table, checking your overdone name tag before giving the stranger a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I just noticed that I was supposed to be sitting at this table instead of the other one I was at.”
Luke just nodded as his baby blues intensely studied your features, a warm shade of red rising to his cheeks when he realized that he’d just been staring at you the whole time. “I’m Luke,” he abruptly introduced himself, sticking out his hand for you to shake as he involuntarily tugged his lip ring between his teeth.
“So you’re the famous CEO that Ben always talks about,” you replied as you checked out his obviously-expensive suit, his broad shoulders seeming to challenge the material of his jacket as he stretched his arms behind his back. “Are you as much of a Disney fan as your brother?”
The CEO scoffed playfully at your question, his signature confidence quickly washing back over him as he straightened out his posture and glared at you. “No.”
“Why not?” you teased as you leaned forward a little, Luke's baby blues watching you intently as he held his glass of wine up to his lips. “You’d look cute with Mickey ears on.”
Luke raised his eyebrows in mock amusement before grabbing the Mickey hat from the table, his piercing blue eyes not breaking away from your gaze as he placed the festive hat on top of his carefully-constructed quiff. “Happy?”
“Very,” you giggled at the sight of one of the world’s most successful businessmen sporting a pair of Mickey ears, Luke’s laugh soon following yours as he shook his head in disbelief.
“My niece is gonna be thrilled to see this.”
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your smile, Luke furrowing his eyebrows at you as you nodded towards the door. “Come on, you need to experience the real magic of Disney.”
“No,” Luke refused as he put his glass of wine down, “I’ve already seen Frozen fifty times.”
You snorted at his comment before Luke rolled his eyes at you, but for some reason he found that he couldn’t help but smile every time that he heard your laugh. “Well, you’ve never been to Disney World with me, and I’m the Disney expert.”
The CEO sighed before a grin was tugging at the corners of his lips, his heart unknowingly beating a little faster in his chest as he watched you slip on your matching Minnie ears. “Fine,” he gave in as he narrowed his eyes at you, “but I’m not going on It’s A Small World three fucking times in a row again.”
"I would give anything for someone to look at me that way- like they already knew that I'd be their downfall from the second I walked into their life."
You held a warm cup of coffee up to your lips before taking a long sip, looking around the room and smiling at the perfectly wrapped presents under the Christmas tree that you had convinced Luke to put up in his multi-milliion dollar home. Time seemed to pass by extra slow as you waited for him to wake up; he’d had an extremely stressful week at the office, so you wanted him to get as much well-deserved rest as he could.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the sound of soft footsteps that belonged to your boyfriend, turning around to see the CEO himself rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as his flannel pajamas hung loose around his waist. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbled as he walked towards you, instantly pulling you into his chest as he kissed the top of your head.
“Do you want coffee?” you asked after you kissed the tip of his nose, a smile cracking across Luke’s face as he sleepily nodded. “Then you have to open your first present.”
The CEO’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you bent down to hand him a small box carefully wrapped in penguin-decorated paper before he was ripping it off. “You didn’t,” he laughed as he held Michael Scott’s ‘World’s Best Boss’ mug from The Office. “Baby, I’m not even your boss.”
“Well...” your voiced drifted off as you flirtatiously winked at him, causing a lighthearted laugh to fall from Luke’s lips as he shook his head and gently nudged you.
“I love it. Thank you,” he responded as he pulled you in for a kiss, his lips warm against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. “Are we still going over your parents’ later?” You nodded into his chest, not wanting to break away from his warmth as he hummed. “I saved my best suit for the occasion.”
“Well, actually...” you started as you bit your lip at your now-curious boyfriend. “One of your presents from me may be more appropriate Christmas attire.”
Luke groaned knowing that it was the ugly Christmas sweater you had laughed at for five minutes just a few days ago in the store. “Maybe it’ll look better with a cashmere suit jacket, yeah?”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him before sitting down in front of the Christmas tree, finding a huge present with your name messily written in blue sharpie as Luke smiled adoringly at you. He simply nodded at you before you ripped off several layers of wrapping paper to reveal a box full of various items, ranging from a DVD of the first movie you watched together to the pair of heels you gasped at when you saw them in the window display at the mall.
“You kept this?” you somehow managed out as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, the black pen you’d lent him the first day of business school turning around in your hands before you noticed a book full of the letters you two wrote to each other in class. “Oh my god,” you laughed as you read through the ridiculous letters, finding the one where he asked you out on a date with a poorly drawn picture of two people eating dinner together.
“Yeah,” he breathed out as he tried not to get emotional from your reaction. “Is it, um, okay if I write one last note?” Luke’s voice was fragile as he reached out for the pen, you slowly handing it to him as your heart stopped in your chest. The CEO’s hands were slightly shaking as he moved the ink across the last sheet of paper in the book, staring at his work before his baby blues met yours. You’d never seen that kind of vulnerability in Luke’s eyes before- he was always confident and sure of himself, but you could sense some sort of fear flash across his pupils as he flipped over the book to reveal the last page to you.
“Will you marry me?” you read out loud before your mind processed the words, your mouth falling open as you re-read the note over again. Your heart started slamming against your chest right as a tear raced down your cheek, the most genuine smile appearing on your face before you answered his proposition. “Yes,” you whispered, the air still right before the biggest grin grew across Luke’s face, your body lunging forward to wrap yourself around him and press your lips to his. “Yes, yes, yes- a million times yes.”
“I love you,” Luke let out with a breathy laugh, his arms holding you as close to him as possible as he kissed you with every ounce of passion he had within him. “Oh, yeah, the ring,” he chuckled as he pulled out a small box from the drawer of the nearby coffee table before sliding the multi-diamond piece of jewelry onto your finger.
“It’s beautiful,” you beamed as you held out your hand in front of you to get a better look.
“I think it’s appropriate for, ‘Just in case you forgot, I’m engaged to a Fortune 500 CEO,’ don’t you think?”
You rolled your eyes before grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his, your heart full of love as he rubbed small circles into your hips and kissed you back with just as much compassion. “Come on,” you whispered once you pulled away, neither of you able to wipe the smiles off your faces as you ran your hand through his messy hair. “Let’s get you in that Christmas sweater.”
“Why don’t you have Thanksgiving at your house again?” you asked as Luke pulled up in his brother’s driveway, a sigh leaving his lips as he shut the vehicle off and turned towards you.
“Because,” he breathed out, resting his hand on your thigh as you noticed that he had removed his expensive rings. “I don’t like showing off my wealth to my family. They don’t even know that I’m a CEO.”
“What do they think you are, then?” you snorted, Luke rolling his eyes at you as he leaned back in his seat.
“Real estate,” he groaned, the words distasteful on his tongue. You laughed as you stepped out of the car, fingers interlacing with Luke’s as you walked up to the front door of the house.
“You know, I really like you in jeans and a button-up. You look cute.”
Luke scoffed at your comment before you started laughing again, nudging him lightly as he gave you a small smile and pulled you into his side. The door swung open to reveal Luke’s older brothers, the older men instantly pulling him into a hug and running their knuckles through his hair as you watched your boyfriend try to wiggle free.
“Uncle Luke!” a small voice squealed before you saw a head of blonde hair running towards your boyfriend, her arms slinging around his legs before he scooped her up and kissed her forehead. “Is that your girlfwend?!” she excitedly asked as her wide eyes landed on you, causing Luke to chuckle as he nodded. “She’s really pretty,” his niece whispered in his ear as secretively as she could, but she didn’t quite succeed in her goal.
“I know,” Luke whispered back, loud enough to make sure that you could hear him before he set her back down on the ground and turned towards his brothers. “Sorry that I took so long to get here, Y/N insisted that we watch the entire parade before we left.”
The three men laughed as a shade of deep red rose to your cheeks, Luke wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your head when he noticed how embarrassed you were. “I know your secret, Hemmings,” you whisper-shouted once you stepped into another room, pointing an accusing finger at him as he grinned at you.
“’m sorry, baby,” he replied as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face before pressing his lips to yours. “These jeans are so fucking uncomfortable.”
“Why didn’t you just wear a suit?” you questioned, playing with the collar of his dress shirt while his baby blues watched you intently. “You’re gonna have to change into one for your company’s merger dinner tonight anyway.”
Luke furrowed his eyebrows at you as he tugged his lip ring between his teeth. “How’d you know about that?”
“You left the invitation laying on the counter one night,” you shrugged, the sound of Luke’s sigh making you feel a little guilty as you gave him a sympathetic look. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine,” he assured you, a half smile stretching across his lips. “I’m not going anyway.”
“You’re not?” you asked, surprise evident in your voice as Luke shook his head.
“Family is more important,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup your face before his thumb was mindlessly running over the curve of your cheek bone, his breathing evening out as his eyes lovingly stared into yours. Your heart sped up at his words, the thought of Luke becoming your family enough to make you swallow the lump in your throat, your head hanging down to break his intense gaze. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever brought over on Thanksgiving, you know.”
You smiled up at him, kissing him quickly on the lips before intertwining your fingers with his, your forehead leaning against Luke’s as he hummed the song that was currently stuck in his head. “I like this side of you.”
Luke gave you an appreciative smile as he tapped the beat to a song on your hips, a goofy smile adorning his face before he spoke up again. “I’m not a mean and scary CEO all of the time, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” you laughed while wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re a fucking softie, Hemmings.”
Luke hummed in response, burying his face in the crook of your neck before he kissed the skin there, the gesture making you giggle as you felt him smiling against you. “Only for the people I love.”
“What do you wanna be for Halloween?” you asked as you swung your legs over Luke’s and flipped through a magazine, your eyes scanning across the pages full of ridiculous costume ideas.
Luke raised his eyebrows at your question, reverting his attention from the emails on his phone back to your excited expression. “Like, costumes?”
“Yeah,” you answered, giving him a weird look for asking such an obvious question. “What, is CEO Luke Hemmings too cool to dress up for Halloween?” You rolled your eyes when he didn’t answer, repositioning yourself so you were straddling his waist, your arms hanging loosely around his neck as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Do you have any room for fun in your life, Hemmings?”
“I have you,” he replied, his thumbs pressing into your hips before stealing a kiss. “Halloween is just kinda… silly.”
Your jaw dropped open as your hand immediately shot up to your chest, the offended look on your face making Luke laugh until he realized that you were being serious. “So you don’t celebrate Halloween at all?!”
“We have a party in the office,” he shrugged. “I just say that I’m Michael Scott every year.”
“You know he wears women’s suits, right?” you giggled, Luke playfully rolling his eyes at you as you pretended to check the tag of his obviously expensive suit jacket. “Well, it’s a good thing that you have me so you won’t turn into some old, boring businessman.”
Luke groaned in response, his head falling backwards onto the couch as his hands slid up to your thighs. “Baby,” he whined, his gaze meeting yours as you kept your cold composure. “Can’t I just be Barney Stinson?”
“As much I love you in suits,” you responded while running your hands over his sleeves, the smooth material perfectly fitted around his toned arms distracting you for a second as Luke smirked at you. “Your every-day outfit can’t be your costume.”
“Good luck finding anything else in my closet then,” Luke challenged you, causing you to teasingly slide off of his lap before walking into his bedroom and entering his closet.
“You literally are Barney Stinson,” you muttered as you pushed aside all of his cashmere suits, Luke wearing a proud smile on his face as he looked around at his extensive collection. You sifted through more professional clothes before you found his Mickey ears sitting on top of the dresser in the back, a gasp escaping your lips as you reached out to grab them. “You still have this?”
“Of course,” Luke smiled, taking the hat from you and placing it on his head before adjusting the thin strap under his chin. “You bought me this right before you accidentally told me you loved me.”
You bit down on your lip in an attempt to fight the smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth, shaking your head at the memory before running a hand through your hair. “You’re a fucking softie, Hemmings.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispered as his lips brushed against your ear before moving down to your neck, causing both of you to break out into giggles as one of his Mickey ears whacked you in the face. “Geez, I wonder how Mickey and Minnie have sex with these fucking ginormous ears.”
“Luke!” you laughed, lightly hitting him on the chest as he just grinned at you. “I forgot how adorable you look with that hat on.”
Luke narrowed his eyes at you as his arms folded over his chest, his icy blues studying you as he leaned forward to meet your stare. “I am one of the richest people in this country, babe. I am not adorable.”
“But you are,” you responded before pecking Luke on the lips, causing him to huff out as he stood up straight again. “You should totally wear that hat to all of your business meetings.”
“Wow, I should just let you run the company,” Luke joked, a laugh leaving your parted lips as you backed him onto his bed.
“Yeah?” you smirked as you pushed him down onto the mattress before hovering on top of him, removing his Mickey ears as you ran your hand through his quiffed hair. You took no time to press your lips against his, Luke instantly deepening the kiss as his hands ran over your skin to cup your ass, his lips now moving feverishly against yours as you worked on removing his shirt.
Your bare skin felt amazing against the red satin sheets as he flipped you over, delicately running his thumb over the curve of your cheekbone before his lips found yours again, his hands roaming your body as his tongue eagerly explored your mouth. “I love you,” he breathed out, his lips lazily dragging across yours as you stared at the beads of sweat aligning across his forehead, your chest rising and falling at a fast rate as Luke studied you, his piercing blue eyes promising the world as you wrapped your legs around his torso to bring your bodies closer. “I would do anything for you.”
You smiled as you leaned in for a passionate kiss, Luke’s heart slamming against his chest as he started moving inside of you, his large hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts became faster. Luke buried his face in the crook of your neck to stifle his moans, the vibrations against your throat causing you to lose all control of your senses before you were both withering messes, your heavy breathing filling up the room as Luke placed gentle kisses along your neck, his tongue running over the bruises he’d left earlier as you ran your hands over his broad shoulders.
“Hey Luke?” you spoke up after a few minutes, your boyfriend humming in response before you continued. “You know how you said you’d do anything for me?”
“Of course,” he whispered back, the fragility of his voice causing the familiar warmth to rise in your chest.
“We’re going trick-or-treating tomorrow,” you told him. A small sigh left Luke’s lips before he simply just nodded, knowing that he wasn’t gonna win this battle.
“Alright,” he agreed, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arm around you. “As long as I get all of the M&M’s.”
