luke, somewhere in sheffield

She's a northern girl with an accent thick enough to lure me in. Her voice is soft and sweet; I have to lean in close to hear her when she's talking to me.

It's probably one of her tricks. To get my attention. It's working. A few moments later, I'm all over her.

She's a girl. I like girls. Soft, sweet, pretty girls with northern accents and sweet smiles.

The words she speak sound pretty to me. I have no idea what she's talking about. But it sounds great. So I just focus on her lips; watch them move to the melody of her voice.

Help me.

Her mouth crashes onto mine. Hard. My name comes out in short, cute little puffs of breath between kisses.

The accent sounds even better against my lips; her clothes will look better on the floor.

Is she gonna take me home?

When I get back to my hotel room, everyone else seems to be asleep. I hope don't hear me stumbling around, trying to get the hotel key to work. I don't want any questions about my nightly adventures.

For the first time, I feel regret. My head is hanging.

There's only one person I want to talk to. And she's far away, in a different time zone. I know I shouldn't call her. But I do it anyway.

I have to tell her.

"Luke?" She sounds tired. I might have woken her up.

"I'm so sorry." I don't usually regret things. But now I feel so disgusted. I need a scolding hot shower to remove her fingerprints off of my body. I want to wash the tangles from her fingers at the back of my neck out of my hair. "Isla?"

There's no response, so I shut my eyes and listen to her breathe for a moment. The sound of her breaths is all I need. It's soothing.

"Are you there?"

I nod, then realise she's on the other side of the planet and can't see me. "I'm here."

"You sound upset."

"Isla, I've done something I regret."

She sighs. "What did you do?"

"Sheila."

That name sounds so wrong. It's foreign to me as I hear myself say it for the first time. The only name rolling off my tongue while the northern girl was kissing my neck was Isla.

I know it's stupid, falling for some girl in just a couple of weeks. It's so stupid. But there wasn't much I could do. I looked into Isla's hazel eyes that night at the bar in Sydney and I was gone. She had me in the palm of her hand, just by looking at me.

The drunker I got that night, the more I wanted her to marry me. I think I even proposed with an invisible ring. Didn't need to, though. She came back home with me anyway.

I guess my subconscious drunk mind knew how much I wanted her before I even knew it myself.

They say you never forget your first time. Well, I'm falling all over her the same way I stumbled backwards into my bedroom the night she took my virginity.

No, not took. I wanted her to have mine. I gave it to her.

There's silence on the other end of the phone. "Isla, are you still there? I'm sorry."

She hangs up the phone on me.

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i guess he's being honest, but i don't really get why luke feels the need to tell her

any name suggestions for future chapters?

questions?

~lauren