The seventy-fifth time I saw him, I felt like I was the only one making promises within my own heart.

Allie's P.O.V.

Luke was in my bed. It was in a completely non-sexual way, by the way. We were cuddling in my tiny bed in my apartment. Jasmine was out in the living room, so we had retreated to the safety of my room, where we couldn't hear Jasmine bitching and moaning about our PDA.

"Your bed is really uncomfotable," Luke complained, shifting and accidently twisting my arm under him.

"Ow, ow Luke, you're on my arm," I hissed, tugging it out.

"Oops," Luke rolled back over and sighed deeply. "Your bed is too small."

"I'm small," I pointed out. 

"Yeah, but I'm not," Luke sajd. "And if you want to have these impromptu cuddle sessioms, we're gonna need a bigger bed."

"Just move offer and try not to take up the whole bed," I said, trying to get comfortable but accidently wacking him in the head.

"Okay," he said, frustrated. "Okay- stop, hold on stop moving, dammit-"

He pulled me over his side and moved so he was flat on his back and placed me on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me there.

"There," he said in satisfaction. "Much better."

"Luke," I wriggled a little bit. "My boobs are getting squished, stop squeezing so hard."

"Sorry," Luke loosened his grip. "Better? Or do you want me to massage them?" he added cheekily. 

I smacked him on the forehead. "No, I just wanna cuddle!" I whined, flopping my head down on his chest.

"Wait, don't move," Luke commanded. 

I raised an eyebrow.

"There," Luke said, sighing in relief. "Don't move. We got it."

"We're such bad cuddlers," I laughed.

Luke's chest rumbled as he chuckled. "Well, its not my fault I'm almost double your size."

I scowled, "Double? That's pushing it. I'm not that small."

Luke chuckled again. "That's why I said almost." 

I nestled myself more comfortably on his chest and closed my eyes. It was true, sadly. My head was on his chest and my legs didn't even reach to his ankles. 

"God, you're so tiny," he murmured. "Makes me want to protect you."

"I don't need protection," I said. "I can handle myself."

"I know you can," Luke pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "But sometimes you look extra small and I want to keep you safe. It usually happens when we cuddle because then I can feel the size difference and then I try to keep you safe in my arms."

"Aww," I cooed, nestling closer to him.

Luke sighed. "You don't aw when someone says something like that!"

"Well, what was I supposed to say?" I retorted. "Its a hard thing to respond to!"

"You could kiss me," Luke suggested.

I wrinkled my nose. "Before we were dating, all you did was try to kiss me. Now that we're dating, I'm always the one to kiss you first."

Luke didn't seem as relaxed as before. "What's your point?" his tone was guarded.

"I'm just saying, I've noticed it lately," I mumbled, dropping the matter. 

"No," Luke said, suddenly sitting up and flipping us over and he hovered over me. "You want me to kiss you first?" he mumbled, pressing his lips to my neck and kissed up and down my neck and on my collarbones and all over my face but not my lips.

I fought the moan that was threatening to escape me because God, it felt good.

Luke paused to smirk at me. "Feel good, babe?" he asked, reaching down to tug my shirt off. I raised my arms and I was soon just lying there in my bra. 

Luke continued to press warm kisses over my belly, going slowly, so slowly that I wanted to grab his hair and make him move faster. He spent extra time kissing his way between my breasts.

"I'm gonna make you beg, babe," he promised, locking eyes with me. "I'm gonna make you beg for me to kiss your lips, but not the ones on your face."

Just then, after my stomach jumped in anticipation, Jasmine walked in. She paused in the door and crossed her arms and tapped her foot like a particularly strict teacher. Luke pulled away from me, a blush coloring his cheeks and an abashed look on his face.

I sighed and pulled on my shirt. "What do you want, Jasmine?"

"I need to talk to you," she said glancing at Luke out of the corner of her eye. "Alone."

I raised my eyebrows but got out of bed and left Luke sitting on my bed. Jasmine went to the kitchen and I followed her. She put her hands on the counter.

"What the hell did I walk into?" she demanded.

"Well, since I'm pretty sure you know what sex is, as I've heard you having it at three in the morning, I think you now quite well what you walked into."

"Allie!" she scolded. "This is serious!"

I sighed. "Okay, what's serious?"

"I don't like him," she said flatly and crossed her arms again.

"You don't like Luke," I repeated dumbly.

She nodded.

"Well," I said. "I guess then that's it then. I have to break up with him just because you don't like him."

"Dammit, Allie," Jasmine said. "I'm serious. There's something off about him. He turns up here at all hours of the night, he can get in here, which if you gave him a key, you have to ask me because I don't want to wake up and find him in there with you not around, he smells like alcohol and smoke half the time, and I swear, all you guys do is fuck."

"You done?" I asked.

Jasmined sighed heavily. "Yes."

"Well," I said, starting to tick things off my fingers. "He has problems with his parents and comes here to see me to talk about it, he stress-smokes, and so what if we fuck a lot? There's nothing wrong with that."

"There is something wrong if that's all you do," Jasmine insisted. "Don't you guys talk about anything?"

"Yes," I said.

What? I wasn't lying.

"Uh huh," Jasmine looked unconvinced. "Sure. What do you talk about?"

"Our love of Fall Out Boy, our hatred of people, sex," I started ticking things off my fingers.

"Allie!" Jasmine just about yelled. She looked pretty pissed off. "I mean deep stuff."

"We talk about his issues with his parents," I said slowly, now giving up my asshole act. "And his sister."

"All of that's about him," she pointed out.

"So?"

"So," she said, shooting me a look. "That's not how relationships work. You both need to talk to each other about your issues, not just his. He has to be there for you too,otherwise your just his therapiat, and the only thing you get out of it is sex."

"Well, the sex is pretty good," I said.

Jasmine facepalmed. "Jesus, Allie," she said. "Just, listen to me for once, alright?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Listen to you? On advice about my boyfriend?" I laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, what do you know? All you do is fuck guys every other night."

I left her standing in the kitchen with an angry look on her face and her hands on her hips. I entered my room and shut the door and locked it before flopping down next to Luke, who was still shirtless.

"What did she want?" he asked, rolling over to face me.

"Nothing," I said. "Just stupid stuff," I lied.

Luke nodded, but he still seemed unsure. "You sure? It sounded kinda heated."

"It was nothing, Luke," I said a bit sharply, not helping my case in the slighest. Luke looked bit hurt and I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. She just gets on my nerves," I tried for a smile. "Now where were we?"

Thank God Luke didn't press too hard, because I really didn't want to talk about it. Jasmine didn't know what she was talking about. In all the time I've known her, she's never had a boyfriend. I scoffed internally. Yeah, Jasmine didn't know what she was talking about. I should just disregard what she said.

"Allie," Luke said, catching my attention. He was crouched between my legs, naked, and so was I. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I said. "Just fuck the living shit out of me."

Luke smirked and promised that he would and pushed into me, and somewhere in the background of my mind, I wondered if that's the only promise he could ever make to me.

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