luke was quiet when he opened the door, careful not to disturb you. you and your best friend decided to have a “bonding day” and you kicked him out of the lift over ten hours ago, kissing him in the cheek and telling him to be back no sooner than 10 pm. he’d managed to spend time with calum all day but now he just wanted you.
he smirked when the smell of weed hit his nose, knowing that you were always extra cuddly when you were stoned. he went to shut the door, ready to make a dumb comment, but he stopped right before it clicked at the sound of his name. “he’s so great,” he heard you say, your voice gravelly. “it’s like.. not like any relationship i’ve had. he actually cares about me and what i have to say. plus he’s amazing in bed. where do you find that?”
your best friend snorted. “send a clone of him my way then,” she said.
he heard your giggle, a warm feeling filling his chest. “i would if i could. he’s my person. i think i might actually love him, you know? i could see myself with him for a long time,” you explained and he practically heard your smile,
he finally shut the door, announcing his presence. walking into the living room, he found you cutely leaning your head back over the couch, your eyes wide with curiosity. his eye dropped in a quick wink, closing the space between you guys. he grabbed your cheeks, keeping your head leaned back so he could press his lips to yours. “hi baby,” he murmured, the words i love you fighting to roll off his tongue.
you blinked slowly, a dazed look in your eyes once he pulled away from the borderline deepened kiss. “what was that for?” you asked, your mind reeling from his lips.
he shrugged, pressing his lips to your chin. “just missed you, s'all,” he responded. “ready for bed?”
“i shouldn’t just leave-” you cut yourself off, seeing your friend passed out. you smiled, standing on the couch and climbing over the back. “yeah, i am.”
you let him lead you to your bedroom and he helped you into bed, always worried about you when you weren’t sober. you laid there, curled up as you watched him strip. he caught your wandering eyes, your teeth clamping your bottom lip as he shimmied out of his jeans. “see somethin’ you like?” he teased.
you hummed. “yeah, a lot,” you replied honestly.
he laughed, climbing in bed behind you, pushing a leg between yours as he maneuvered his arms around you. “good,” he whispered, kissing the spot below your ear. “‘cause i see something i love every time i look at you.”