Lia's POV:-

I open my eyes to see Luke sitting at his desk only in his sweatpants, with a table lamp on, scribbling into his notebook. Sleepily, I squint at the digital clock display.

"Luke, it's two in the morning," I scold, startling him. "Come to bed," I mumble lifting my blankets to tempt him into my cozy cave. He sighs, and puts down his pen flicking off the lamp.

"My good boy," I coo, hugging his cold shoulders. "Next time wear a sweater, or you'll catch a cold."

"I wore one, then I got too hot," he answers, burying his face in my neck.

"You are quite hot," I say into the dark, scratching his hair. He gives an amused honk, and kisses my chest as a thank you. When I wake up next morning, Luke is again missing beside me. I hear him getting out of shower while I was making coffee. 

"Eat first," I order firmly, putting toast and jam on the study table beside the book he was flipping through. 

"Lia, not right now," he complains irritated, when I force a sweater above his head.

"You will catch a cold if you sit around only in a damp towel!"

"Go away," he pushes my stomach, scrawling minute notes in the corner of a page. "Eat," I remind again, before stepping in the shower. I forget to put on a shower cap before turning on the water, and end up washing my hair. 

Today Luke had to give an important presentation. Few company HRs were also going to be there, along with professors and students, so Luke had been nervous and jumpy all week.

"Lia, stop that thing for fuck's sake."

"Sorry," I call out, and put aside the hair dryer. I pin top half of my hair back, and leave the rest open to dry. "You'll get late if you don't start dressing," I gently remind to Luke's hunched back.

"I have an alarm," he mutters absently. It rings when I finish tying my shoes. Luke takes two more minutes, before he stands up and shoves everything into his bag pack. 

"You'll be fine," I assure him, lying back on the bed watching him get dressed with a deep frown.

"I don't know," he mutters sulkily, buttoning up his oxford shirt. He puts on black colored pants over his briefs, and buckles on a black belt. 

"What if my slide gets stuck?" he turns around, distracting me from his backside that looked firm in those trousers. "What if, the HRs didn't find my project professional enough?"

"Luke, your project is pre-approved. You wouldn't be given a chance if your teachers didn't think it was good enough. And if your slide do gets stuck, you keep your cool and your poker face, and handle the situation like Will Smith. That will also show the HRs how professional you are along with being a good problem solver," I say wisely.

"Where did you learn all that?" he asks looking dumbfound.

"We have interview crash courses, in extra periods," I admit. Luke grins.

"Glasses, or lens?"

"Lens. Cause glasses will reflect the projector's light," I point out. "And we don't wanna block those pretty eyes."

He nods, and goes back to fussing over his cranberry colored shirt. I get up and slap away his hand, to straighten his collar over the tie. Luke once tried to teach me how to knot a tie and gave up when I accidentally choked him. 

"Thank you," he mumbles, tugging his cuffs. I take a little bit of gel, and neatly comb back his hair to fix it in one place. He looks at his reflection more satisfied. I dust the back of his shirt, and kiss his nape. "You'll be great."

We drive to the college. Yes, he took me too because I kept him sane, which is a huge compliment cause I have a knack for driving people crazy. 

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"Hey Luke," two girls stop us on our way out. "Nice presentation today."

"Thanks Skylar," Luke replies politely. "This is-"

"Natalia, your girlfriend?" Skylar speaks up. "Yeah, we know. Your social media is full of her," she says, with a hint of jealousy. I bite my lip to stop my smile.

"Oh," is all Luke says. "Well, we will get going." 

"These girls stalking you. Should I be concerned?" I ask, as Luke leads me out of his campus.

"Your call," he mutters wryly. "Drive?" 

I accept the car keys with a big smile. I still had to attend an afternoon class. Luke had rest of the day off. His presentation must have gone good, because he looked normal blank again. I had tried to follow his presentation, but zoned out for the major portions because Android Task Monitoring powered by an AI chatbot is hardly my area of interest.

"You're never driving again."

I open my mouth indignant, "Luke, I-"

"No Lia. Absolutely not. You are not mature enough to drive," he shakes his head. "Not only, are you a threat to yourself. But you're also a threat, to the unwitting fool who walks on the sidewalk."

"Stop being dramatic. I was not going that fast," I mutter sourly.

"When you can't make out the color of the passing shops, it is called going too fast. You're lucky the cops didn't catch you."

"You're a baby."

"No. I'm sensible. Haven't you heard, speed thrills but kills?"

"Calm down pampers," I roll my eyes. "I am going. You can drive back to the apartment at grandma speed." Luke scowls at me. 

"Yikes," I mutter and get out hurriedly.

"Love you," he calls out grudgingly. I turn around and blow him a kiss. The hallways are littered with students hunched into their notebooks. The lecture rooms are closed, soundproof doors that didn't let any outsider know what the teacher is teaching.

"God! Lia! You have to see our new professor," Beth gushes, as I take a seat beside her.

"Why is he Michael Biehn?" I ask patting around my dress for my phone.

"He. Is. Better." she says gravely. I smirk and wait for the so-said fox to show up. A series of oohs escape from the lips of students when Mr. O'Connor walks in. Beth was right. He was gorgeous. My eyebrows raise impressed when he raises his hand to write something on the whiteboard. His shirt could not hide his muscular frame. Something about his belt buckle, and brown hair, strikes me and my throat gets dry. I can't tear my eyes off this new professor.

"He can ram me on that desk in front of the entire class, then give me a C, and I will still say thank you," Beth mutters beside me. I cannot formulate a reply. In my mind, I am walking down the steps of lecture hall towards the teacher, who was busy doodling diagrams on the board. When he turns around, my mouth parts in surprise.

"Hey, baby," Luke smiles. Then it happens very quickly. I am pinned against the cool whiteboard, my arms smudging the diagrams. Luke is hoisting up my dress, and his fingers thread into my folds. He groans, sucking beneath my ear.

I grab his collar and my mouth collides with his. My hands move down to press his hardness. He moans into my mouth, his hands tightening around me. He lifts my left leg, and places it over a chair that magically appeared behind him. He wastes no time to press his hips into me, and I groan. 

"Lia, I'm fucking craving for you," he groans in my ear. He drops his pants and thrusts into me, but I don't feel the satisfaction. I growl, "Harder, Luke." He does, but my hunger only grows. A bottomless pit develops in my stomach, and my insides clench desperately.

"That is all for today's class. Thank you."

I blink out of my daydream, and see the professor leaving. I was sitting beside Beth, fully clothed, no traces of Luke around me. I make some excuse to skip hanging out with Beth, and take a bus back to the apartment. The lady next to me, gives me weird looks when I literally jump out of my seat at the stop.

The lift takes forever to take me to my floor, but I am out before the doors fully open. I loudly bang shut the door of the apartment. Luke pokes his head out of the kitchen, smiles on seeing me. He puts down the jar of cookies coming towards me.

"Are you okay?" he asks in concern as I determinedly march towards him.

"Shut up," I growl slamming my mouth on him. He tries to say something but I am impatiently ripping off his clothes. I'm so impatient that I can't even make it to the bedroom. Luke tries his best to hide his surprise and follow me. He was still holding one cookie in his hand, even though I pulled off his tshirt.

"Give me that cookie, and get down," I pant. "Please." I press down his shoulders. I think I saw Luke smirking, but I'm eye-raping the muscles and tendons on his neck. He puts his head inside my dress, and pulls down my panties.

"I work best in the dark," he informs complacently, holding my thigh. My laugh turns into a whimper when he presses his nose into me. His tongue softly teases the crease before taking a tentative lick. He places my left thigh over his shoulder. Warm hands part my inner thighs wider.

"Oh dear, fucking, son of a..." 

Luke's mouth covers me, sucking with the slightest pressure. His tongues laps up the moisture, the warmth of his mouth raising goosebumps on my arm. Teeth graze my clit and heat pools in my stomach. When Luke's tongue gave another punishing lick, I shiver, my moans turning in cries of desperation.

His hands squeeze my ass, and firmly hold me in place as he starts making out with my folds. He sucks, licks, bites, but never lets me get off. "Luke!"

He takes his head out, grinning up at me. He sits down cross legged on the floor and waits. "You fucking pig," I growl and roughly push him down. Still looking amused, he takes off my dress. I push down his shorts and boxers.

"Lia, wait," he says, but I already put him in. He gulps, and holds my hips. I cup his jaw, making him meet my eye. 

"Where's that cookie?"

A bubble of laughter escapes my throat. He bites his lip, stopping his smile, watching me with unguarded affection. He pulls out and puts me on my knees, getting behind me.

"If I judged correctly," he murmurs above my head. "You would like it better this way."

I scratch and hold the carpet in front of me, as Luke thrusts into me. My thighs part wider and I try to match his thrust. Teeth nip the back of my shoulder, as Luke supports himself on one arm. The other holds my boobs. 

I gasp when his hand moves down and knead my sex. In a frenzied haze, I raise my hand and clutch a fistful of Luke's hair. He groans, his hips never breaking the rhythm that we both had perfected over time. My final moan echoes in the apartment, as my body loses all its strength. Luke holds me in place, and gave one last thrust before shaking in relief. 

I slump down on the cold floor when he releases me. He lies down beside me, trying to catch his breath.

"That was amazing. What the hell brought that?" Luke pants. 

I shift to nuzzle my face in his neck. He puts a leg over my thigh, the hard muscle pinning me down, so I can't escape. He props himself on his elbow, his head resting against the back of his hand. An amused quirk of lips, shinning eyes.

"Tell me," he says. He watches me fumble around, first with his neck, then with his chest. I try to move, but he presses me down further with his thigh.

"C'mon tell me," laughter evident in his voice. "I'm really curious."

"I'm hungry," I blurt out. Luke frowns playfully, then smiles. "I'll get you something," he softly kisses my eyebrows, and gets up.

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"Dear Lord, Julian," I groan into the phone later that evening. "I swear he looked like Timothée Chalamet and Arnold Schwarzenegger's lovechild."

"Wow, what's that like?" 

"Panty-burning, heart-aching, thigh-crossing," I gulp. "Beth and I stalked his social media. He's happily married with three children. Beth was shamelessly wailing."

"You stay away from Beth okay. I don't like the sounds of her," Julian mumbles sullenly.

"Stop being jealous, you ass licker," I snort, watching the jasmines sway in the breeze.

"Stalking hot people's social media is our thing," he says indignant. "You can't do our thing with someone else."

"If it makes you feel any better, it was her idea. I played along, because I was curious."

"Curious?" he mocks, but I could sense the tension leaving his voice. "More like seeking new faces for your bedroom fantasies."

I sigh deeply. "You would have been right. Except that-"

I freeze when I spot Luke leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, another curling up to take a sip from his coffee mug, eyes watching me carefully over the rim. 

"I thought you were asleep." My voice comes out as a squeak.

"Is that Luke?!" Julian shouts from the phone, then laughs so loudly that I cringe when it echoes out of the speaker. "Lenny you are so screwed! Call me if you need a new apartment-"

I hang up, and keep the phone away. Luke sits beside me. "So that's what it was, huh? Why am I not surprised?"

I try to decipher the emotions on his face. Perhaps it was my panicking brain, or my profusely sweating neck, but I couldn't understand.

"It's a bad thing to eavesdrop," I mumble, scratching old nail paint.

"Oh honey, I had no intention," he says. I look at him, and he's fighting a laugh. "I just came out to get some air, and heard you saying..." he makes circles in the air.

"How much did you hear?"

"Enough," he nods.

"Oh well," I sigh in defeat. He stretches his legs out on the coffee table, watching the evening sky. I quietly drink the coffee he brought me. He is thinking something, probably about his presentation but my brain was stuck on something he said. Why am I not surprised?

What did he mean, that's he's not surprised? I haven't even told him, that in reality I had pictured him. He thinks I was fantasizing about that professor. Does he expect this from me? Why do I feel so hurt? I look at Luke. He looks calm, but my angry brain interprets it as smug.

I'm washing our cups, when Luke comes up and hugs me from the back. "How 'bout a second round?" he whispers in my ear.

 "Luke no, I have to study," I wiggle out of his hold and step away.

"Hey, are you okay?" he frowns. But I get more irritated.

"Why? Just cause I turned down sex? And I want to study instead of jumping on your dick?" I snap before I can stop myself.

"Lia-"

But I'm already marching towards the study room, blocking out his words. I lock the door behind my back, and take out a new sheet.

"I'm more than a sex-crazed chic," I angrily say to myself, and crack my neck in determination. Luke knocks on my door a few times, but everytime I distractedly shout, Leave me alone please.

It's midnight when I finally come out. I actually did finish an assignment that was due next week. Luke is on the couch, reading a book. He looks up when I walk past him.

"Lia, listen to m-"

I shut the bathroom door at his sentence. I press my ear against the door curious whether he'll give an annoyed scream, or at least say Goddmam crazy bitch.

Nothing. No sound.

Luke stands up from the bed, when I come out after brushing my teeth.

"What is it? What's going on?" Luke asks me impatiently.

"Nothing. Everything is fine. Now don't disturb me, cause I have an early class tomorrow. I need to get some good rest," I smile sweetly and switch off the light from my bedside.

Luke switches it back on. "No way, Lia. You are not going to sleep angry. Especially when it's me you're angry with me."

My sub-conscious sagely nods, He cares enough to fight.

He crosses his arms, and gives me look that says, I won't back down. I sit up, and lean against the headboard. "You said, you were not surprised."

"Why what I wasn't surprised?" he raises an eyebrow.

"While talking to Julian, and you overheard me," I reply vaguely. "Bottom line is, you think that I will be out there, fantasizing about others, which I know is a very common thing among couples. But it hurt when I heard from you, because in reality I had pictured you in place of that professor and got turned on in class. 

 Also, the fact that we haven't been having sex because you were busy in your work, might have left me crankier than I thought it would, so I know I might be overreacting. And now that I have said it all out loud, I feel stupid and lame, so put me out of my misery and let this pass. Good night." I switch off the light, and pull the blanket over my head.

I hear the lights being switched on again, and Luke pulling away the blanket. 

"Motherfucker," I mutter, glaring at him. "I knew you wouldn't let this pass."

"Yep," he nods, and sit beside me. "Now, listen. I was joking with you earlier, but I can see why you might have taken offence. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," I burst out. "I should have been-"

"Lia, shut up," Luke says quietly, and I bite my tongue. "I get why what I said, must have been a mean joke. And you don't have to put up with it. Just tell me that you did not like it so I won't talk like that anymore, instead of banging doors at my face."

"Sorry, about that," I gulp. 

"It's okay. It's a good thing you don't need much provoking to talk," he says with a hint of smile. "I was worried, you will stay mad next morning too."

"No, I love you, Luke. So I don't like keeping you in misery, or anything that makes you feel bad."

Luke smiles helplessly, and kisses me. I pull him into bed, and continue what should have been our second round.

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"Lia, last night you said something about an early class. Was it just like that, or is it real, cause it's 7:10."

"No, I wasn't just saying it," I yawn, blinking open my eyes. "I have to go and get ready at mega speed. But a few moments of lust, I shall indulge in," I smile sleepily and press my naked body against Luke. He hums behind his throat and puts a hand on my back hugging me harder.

"Love you, baby," he murmurs, kissing my neck.

"Okay, that's more than a minute of lust," I sigh happily. Ignoring Luke's protests I get up and run into the shower.

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