Luke’s whine caused you to lift your eyes from your phone, an amused smirk on your ips as you watch him pout.
“Yes Lu?”You ask, cocking an eyebrow. His pout grows, reaching out for you across the sofa.
“I’m bored.” He sighs, making you roll your eyes. When you don’t move he only sighs more, and you move over so you’re sitting in his lap. “Can we do something?”
“Like what?” You ask, threading one of your hands through his hair. He hums softly, his thumbs pushing up the hem of your shirt to drag across your bare skin.
“Anything.” He sighs, looking up at you pleadingly. “I’m just bored of sitting here doing nothing.”
“Want to play guitar hero?” You ask with a smirk, Luke’s pout turning into a glare, a groan falling from his lips.
“No.” He mutters harshly. “We are not playing that game.”
“What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?” You smirk, memory wandering back to the last time the two of you had played.
“You didn’t kick my ass, my guitar was faulty.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr Rockstar.” You grin, and Luke groans again, throwing his head back.
“I changed my mind. I don’t want to do anything with you. You’re mean and annoying.” He mutters, looking up at the ceiling. You smirk, untangling yourself from him and heading for the kitchen.
“If you say so!” You call back to him, smirking to yourself as you hear him follow you. You head to the fridge, but his arm extends from behind you to keep it closed. You spin around with a pout. “Hey!”
“Entertain me!” He protests, another smirk forming on your lips. You lean forward, attaching your lips to his jaw, a low groan rumbling from the back of his throat. “Y/N…”
“Want me to stop?” You ask with a grin, pulling back to look at him. His hand grabs your chin, pulling your face back to his.
