Well, boy, sometimes we do get things wrong.

He gets off me and then grabs my hands; then, he puts them on where his heart is beating.

Gosh, it's going so bloody fast.

After Lukey finishes with that, he whispers into my ear, "You're so heckin' sexy. You know that, right?"

"W-w-what? I'm not sexy," I reply to the one I love with my whole face covered in blush.

"Gosh, you are forcing me to think of you in a dirty way."

Nope, this is too much for me and my heart.

Gosh, I can feel how hot my face is. I wonder what dirty things Luke was talking about, so I ask

him.

"How dirty are your thoughts right now?" I ask with my cute puppy eyes because I can, I guess.

"You would not want to know." He kisses my forehead, lies down, and taps his chest with his

palm. I'm guessing he wants me to lie on his chest. So I do, and I hear Luke's heart beating.

Gosh, it's still going crazy.

I ask him if he wants to do the "thing" to me. He's blushing, but he tells me the truth.

"Y-y-yes, I do, but not if you don't want to..."

Gosh, now I can feel my face reddening again, so I put my face on his chest. He laughs a lot;

so, I decide to kiss him on the lips, but he beats me to it.

He laughs at my reaction, which is apparently funny, so I go in again. Then, there's a knock at

the door.

I get up to see who it is; it's my sister's friend and her mother, so I call Elora down from her

room.

"Elora, my favourite little sister! Your friend and her mum's here to pick you up so you don't have

to deal with me and my friend."

I say in the most sarcastic voice. She waves me goodbye and leaves.

Click goes the door, and Luke hugs onto my neck again (such a cute little sloth).

"What are we going to do?" I ask, genuinely wondering what we could do.

"I have a few ideas."

He says smiling and winks.

Gosh, he's always making me blush, but that's alright because I can make him blush, too.

I remember this one time we were holding hands and he leaned on my shoulder, so I turned to

Luke and gave him a kiss on the forehead. It was funny, so I decided to tickle him when I was lying on chest softly.

I stare at him for a bit and then decide to attack my Luke, but he grabs my hands, puts them behind me, and starts to kiss me.

All I can do is smile. I finally give in to Luke's kissing and I got sick of him being the dominant so put my tongue in his mouth to see his reaction towards it. Gosh, Luke's little cute face is going all red and seeing that makes me crack up in laughter.

Then the sudden realization hit me and I started to turn red myself. Luke started to laugh too so I put my head on his chest. We are both red and in tears from laughter.

A few minutes later...

We decided that we should cuddle and watch a movie; Luke, of course, suggests a horror movie again. he chooses Child's Play, you know that movie with the doll that is named Chucky.

"If you want to hug me, just do it. You don't have to ask. It's free, I think." I say while managing not to laugh. It is to hard not to laugh.

"Ummm, o-okay then, Tobii," Luke says as he wraps his arms around my neck which causes me to laugh more than I already am. I always have been a ticklish person. Also, I never knew that Luke could physically stutter.

The funny thing is that Luke seems like the tough jock, but, nope, he is quite literally the opposite (at least around me).

He acts differently around me while his friends all get the tough boy treatment. I'm not saying that Luke is not nice. In fact, he is probably one of the nicest people I have ever met. He sort of reminds me of father and how much of an amazing person he was towards others. I really miss him...

My father died at the age of 46 because of stomach cancer. Elora and I were reasonably young. Elora was four while I was at the age of eight. I love Luke being around me because he really does remind me of my father.

I'm thankful that he loves me for me because most people hate me. Probably because I'm not particularly straight. Gosh, I'm crying, again. I always have been the sensitive type. I'm a very emotional person...

Most of the time people don't understand why I am emotional. I don't know how to explain it...

Most people are making assumptions about why I'm like this. I have my reasons for being the way I am. I can name a few reasons but they are reasonably shitty. Like my mother leaving.

I think Luke finally notices that I am crying and he wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his way into my neck and sneezes.

"Crap, sorry, I'll stop,"

Luke says while he is trying to get me to stop crying.

"NO, I need your amazing hugs right now," I say as I slide my way back into Luke's arms. He re-wraps his arms around me and offers me to sit on his lap.

"Okay, take a seat here," he says as he is tapping his lap and trying not to laugh at the same time. I smile at him as he processes to laugh and I eventually sit on his thigh.

Then it hit me, he was hard as a rock and the thought of what might have made it happen. I start to blush and I looked down to my own crouch. I realized we are both hard.

Luke lifts my chin up so that I'm facing him and he also grabs my hands with his free hand and puts his lips up to mine.

I was hard, too...