Reign's POV.

The sun peaking through the windows, warm white sheets wrapped around my body, soft comfortable pillow underneath my head.

Yeah, this is the life.

I twist my head to look at Luke.

The space is empty, he's not here.

He really does have trouble sleeping, hence why he gets up early.

He and I had the longest conversation last night. I don't think I've ever laughed that much or stayed up that late just talking to someone.

It was nice.

We didn't even have sex, we just made out and then I fell asleep, with his arms wrapped around me.

More like we....cuddled.

Shit.

Gross, Reign, never again.

I get out of bed, stretching my arms and striding into the bathroom, I brush my teeth with his toothbrush because sometimes I have no boundaries.

After singing a Bruno Mars song to my reflection in the mirror, I descend the stairs and smell something good.

There's just no way he cooks.

I stand in the kitchen doorway and... he's cooking.

The bottle of wine on the counter doesn't go unnoticed but like always I don't say anything about it.

"So you're rich, good looking, athletic and you cook?" I count with my fingers as I amble towards him.

"Did you just compliment me?" He grins, watching me near him.

"Pff, no!" I roll my eyes, standing beside him and looking at all the food he made, his hand cocoons the back of my neck and he kisses me, slow, soft, sweet, brief.

"Morning." He says it like it's normal, like it's what we do now.

It's really not but it was still kinda nice.

Ugh! This fucking guy, he's ruining everything I stand for.

"Morning." I try not to sound bothered by it.

"And to answer your question, I cook when I don't know what to do with myself." He answers my previous question.

"Who even buys this food?" I ask, staring at all the food.

"My mom has this place cleaned and stacked up every week." He responds.

"Does she know that you crash here often?" I ask.

"She knows but she pretends not to." He says, his eyes not meeting mine.

It bothers him.

Why does it bother him? I'd be thrilled.

I sit on top of the counter, wondering if I should ask why it bothers him.

He stuffs his mouth with grapes while I keep on staring at him, he looks at me with narrowed eyes then he picks up a grape and brings it to my mouth, I hold it between my teeth, he smiles, griping my jaw and leaning over to bite the other half of the grape, our teeth clash and our lips touch.

He pulls away, his eyes still glued to my lips.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" He asks, staring at my mouth, I shake my head no.

It's Saturday which means my Mom and sister are home. I don't like sitting around them and pretending that we're a perfect family so I'd rather stay here with Luke.

With that, we spend the whole day together but not around each other. He spends his time playing video games and watching blockbuster movies in the living room while I find a novel in one of the bedrooms.

I'm not a fan of novels but this one is quite intriguing, it's about a girl who joins a gang and gets murdered, her friends find her body on the beach but one of the dumbasses touches the murder weapon and they all get taken in as suspects, they do get released but everyone in town thinks they murdered her now they have no choice but to start looking for the real killer in order to prove their innocence.

I like how it keeps me flipping to the next page to read what happens next.

Luke came in and asked me something earlier but all I did was respond with a, "hmmm-mmm" and a "Yeah, sure."

I have no idea what he was asking.

My stomach rumbles and I immediately shut the book, I had pizza earlier but I barely ate it.

I look at the book, not wanting to ditch it for food.

I wanna know if Jake had something to do with Melanie's death, she trusted that son of a bitch.

My stomach rumbles again.

Okay, fine.

I hurry out of the room, straight to the kitchen.

I find a box of pizza on the counter, I grab a canned cola from the fridge but the pizza is cold.

Fuck it.

I'm too lazy to warm it anyway so I dig in.

I eat while thinking about the book.

What if her friends really killed her?

I head to the living room to check on Luke afterwards but he's not there, I shrug it off, ready to go back upstairs but his voice coming from the downstairs bathroom makes me halt in my tracks.

He's being loud and he sounds pissed off.

Whoever is on the other side of that phone must be poking his last nerve cause I don't think I've ever heard him use that tone.

Yeah, well, everyone gets pissy at some point.

I do it every week, actually.

I go back upstairs to take a shower, this time I think about who he might have been talking to on the phone.

His mom maybe?

She did piss me off not so long ago so what are the odds.

I step out of the shower, drying my hair with a towel and putting on one of the many oversized t-shirts in the room.

I glance at the book but we all know that I won't be able to concentrate.

Damnit.

I head back downstairs to check him.

He's now in the living room, browsing on Netflix.

"You know, I hate it when people say Netflix 'n chill." I start, my voice drawing his attention.

"Have you ever seen Atonement?"  He doesn't sound sad or upset.

"No." I respond.

"Sit." He scoots, patting the empty seat beside him on the sofa.

I sigh, walking in and sitting next to him.

"Let's make a deal." He looks at me.

"Another deal, okay." I purse my lips, nodding.

"If this movie makes you cry or question the meaning of life then I get to take you out for dinner tomorrow night but if it doesn't then-"

"You'll give me a ride to school for a whole week and I get to drive." I finish his sentence.

"Deal." He shakes my hand and plays the movie.

I see James McAvoy and Keira Knightley and I'm sold but the film starts off as boring, I even zone out and think about the book but then it starts getting interesting. Luke playfully covers my eyes during James and Keira's library sex scene, I push his hand away, telling him I wanna feed my eyes which makes him laugh.

We both stay quiet for the rest of the movie, the twist at the end has my jaw hitting the floor and when the credits roll up, I feel something tighten in my chest and my throat carries something heavy.

A tear escapes from my eye, I quickly wipe it away, turning my head the other way so he doesn't see.

"Aw, Reign, it's just a movie." He rubs my shoulder.

"That was so sad, why'd you make me watch that?" I wipe my eyes. "He was supposed to go back to her and she.... She didn't have to-"

"I know, that movie sucks ass." He pulls me into him.

"It was actually beautiful," I mumble in his chest, "Sad but beautiful."

"Bright side, I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow." The excitement in his tone has me rolling my eyes, I pull away to meet his eyes.

"We're not calling it a date." I grit my teeth. For some reason, he smiles at my annoyed expression.

"Then what are we calling it?" He asks, his smile making my stomach feel all gooey.

I pause, feeling speechless because whether I like it or not, it's a date, there's no other way to put it.

"Dinner, we're calling it dinner." I say.

He stares at me with that smile, trying to figure me out, his phone vibrates on the glass table, he picks it up and reads what looks like a text.

That text takes his smile away, his jaw ticks and he tosses his phone back on the table, he leans back on the sofa and he scratches the back of his head.

He does that when he's stressed.

"Who was that?" I ask, staring at his serious expression, he shakes his head in response, his jaw flexing as he leans in to press his lips on mine.

His lips brush mine in a tingling graze.

His thumb swipes on my lower lip, slightly pinching.

I breathe.

He breathes.

He pulls me onto his lap and his lips smash on mine, I bite his soft lip, he sighs and I moan when his tongue pushes through to meet mine, hot, soft and desperate.

I feel the tension in his body, building and building.

His shoulders are tense, his lips are moving fast, almost bruising mine and his fingers are digging into my hips.

Anger and hunger.

It's a dangerous combination.

He kisses his way down my neck and I tilt my head, giving him more access.

His hands run up and down my small back, pulling me closer to meet his erection through his shorts.

"Luke.." I sigh.

"I know." He gets up with me wrapped around his body.

He climbs the stairs with his lips locked with mine. I don't even know how we don't end up falling.

He opens his bedroom door upstairs, throwing me on his bed and running a hand through his hair like he's having second thoughts.

Then his eyes land on me, his hooded gaze looking possessive, obsessive and so full of something I haven't seen before.

He pulls his shirt over his head and joins me, taking off my shirt and staring at my chest, he parts his wet pink lips and he exhales.

One word. Hot.

He grasps both my breasts with firm grips, I swallow and I stop breathing. He keeps eye contact as he takes my left nipple in his hot mouth.

Oh, fuck.

He bites, drawing my hard nipple with his teeth then swirls his tongue around it to soothe the sting, he moves to the other nipple and he sucks, releasing a deep muscular moan.

He presses my boobs together and kisses my mouth, I whimper, fisting his sheets as I kiss him back, already feeling weak.

He grips my parties, kneeling before me as he slides them down my legs with patience and admiration.

He tosses them on the floor and he stares at me, fully naked. He runs his fingers along his bottom lip and he spreads my legs, his eyes shifting to my most private area.

I close my eyes, actually feeling shy and embarrassed.

I can hear his smile.

His thumb strokes my throbbing clit, I ache my back, biting the inside of my lip and squinting my eyes.

His fingers rub and stroke and he palms my entrance in a teasing way like he's just toying with me.

I hear him groan then the bed shifts and the next thing I feel is his mouth on my clit.

A wave of shock and pleasure hit my body like electricity, I try to move away from his mouth but he hooks an arm around my thigh, keeping me still and making out with my-

"Oh, my God." I bite into my own hand as he sucks hard on my clit, he circles his tongue and I fight back the urge to roll my hips.

He eats me out like he was starved and is finally enjoying his meal, his tongue plungs inside me and I fist his hair, crying out a moan.

"So good." He climbs on top of me and captures my mouth in a passionate kiss.

"You like the way you taste on me?" He nibbles my lip, I nod.

"Words." He stares into my eyes.

"I like the way I taste on you." I whisper.

I don't even recognize myself at this point, honestly.

"Good girl." He grabs his wallet from the night and takes out a condom, he takes his shorts boxer briefs off and tears the condom out of its wrapper.

I watch as he slips it on his hard cock, he climbs on top of me, his eyes going wild on my face.

He looks in-between us as he eases into me, slow and gentle.

He buries his face in my neck, breathing heavily and fully pushing himself inside me.

"It's like I'm losing my virginity all over again." He mutters in my neck.

Something strange chokes me and stabs me right in the chest because of that statement.

There was a time when Luke was losing his virginity with another girl, probably a blonde.

I remember him not shutting up about it and even back then, it kinda bothered me.

He holds my body flush with his, sliding out and back in again, picking up his pace.

"So fucking soft." He growls, his hand cupping my ass, his mouth coming down to meet mine.

He starts fucking me hard, so fast our bodies slam together, he pounds and fucks me faster and harder, kissing and biting my neck.

I'm moaning and panting, feeling him deep inside me, stroking in and out, making me appreciate the full length of his cock.

He continues slamming into me and I feel myself getting sore.

"Slow down you're making me sore." I whisper to him, he whispers back a sorry and starts going slow.

"Like that?" He mutters, gazing into my eyes.

"Like that." I nod, meeting him halfway for a kiss, he moves slowly, feeling every inch of my heat and savoring every little whimper I release in his mouth.

He looks into my eyes, our lips brushing, our breaths mixing, chests heaving.

"So beautiful." He breaths out, brushing his hand on the side of my face.

My stomach is in knots, my heart is squeezing in the best way and my body breaks out in shivers.

Heat pools in my stomach, my legs shake and my orgasm hits so hard I squirm underneath him as he wraps his muscular arm around my body and growls in my hair.

We cum at the same time.

We haven't done it like that before.

"What was that?" I find myself asking.

"How do you tell someone who doesn't believe in love that you just made love to them?" He questions, his face still buried in my hair.

"What?" I furrow my brows, finding his words ridiculous.

He raises his head to look at me.

"I just made love to you." He tells me.

Gross.