A.N// hey hi hello...enjoy this
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Kate's POV

"Stop." I heard a muffled voice say. It was soft, pleading even. I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly a few to times to adjust to my dark surroundings.

I remember Luke waking me up when we got here so I could come inside. The hotel he'd chosen had fabulous rooms. The one we were staying in was modeled like an apartment, but it was about half the size.

It had a kitchen space, complete with a stove top, a microwave, a refrigerator, and a few cabinets full of different kinds of dishes. There was also a small living area that had a sofa, coffee table, and a flat screen television.

In our bedroom, we had a king sized bed, a dresser, and there was another television. There was a door that connected to the bathroom, and it was huge. It had a shower with glass sliding doors, a full countertop, two sinks, and a toilet that was blocked off by a separating wall.

It was safe to say this suite looked expensive, and I didn't even know the half of it.

As soon as we got in here, Luke put our bags in the bedroom, and we both changed into pajamas. Mine consisted of a pair of shorts and one of Luke's t-shirts, and Luke had on plaid pajama bottoms and a muscle tee.

We went back to the living room, sat on the couch and cuddled for a couple of hours, watching random television shows, before I fell asleep again.

Sometime throughout the night, I'd felt Luke get up from behind me to go to our actual bed. He kissed me on the forehead before he left. I would've followed, but I was exhausted and way too lazy to do so, so I just stayed on the couch.

"No, please," the voice begged. I got up from my laying position, and I flicked on the lamp, which immediately brightened the room.

I walked over to the of the bedroom door, that was cracked open, and I entered quietly.

I found Luke with half of his body under the duvet, him clutching onto it tightly, and the other half of him was exposed and sprawled out all over the bed. He was lying on his back, and from what I could see, his eyebrows were scrunched together. He was sweating a lot as well, causing some of his hair to stick to his forehead. That explained his cover situation.

Since he was taking up almost all of the space on the bed, I decided to just go back on the couch to sleep. It was comfortable enough, so I didn't mind.

Just as I was about to leave the room and shut the door behind me, I heard him yell, which made me turn around instantly.

"No, stop! Please!" His eyes were still shut, but he was thrashing around, making himself tangled in the duvet.

I hurried over to him, and I shook his shoulders.

"Luke, wake up," I called. His eyes shot open, making the fear visible in his blue irises. He was breathing heavily, and relief washed over him as soon as he saw me.

"Kate," he sighed. His breathing was unsteady, and he was shaking a little bit.

"You're okay. I'm here, everything's fine," I soothed him. I pushed the matted hair back off of his forehead, and he looked genuinely frightened as he pulled me on top of him.

I rested my head on his chest, and I could hear the rapid beating of his heart, and I could feel the deep rise and fall of his chest. We laid in silence for a while before Luke spoke. I thought he had already fallen back asleep.

"You love me, don't you?" he asked. I turned my head so that my chin was on his chest and I was looking straight into his eyes.

"Of course I do. You know that," I said softly. He sighed and removed his arms from around me, bringing his palms to cover his eyes. He then took them away after rubbing and ran a hand through his partially wet hair, making some of it stand up.

"Say it," he directed.

I didn't understand what any of this was about, but all I could conclude was that something happened in his dream to make him think that I didn't love him. I would do anything as long as he could sleep.

I was pretty close to his face, so I reached up and pressed a light kiss to his jaw.

"I love you," I told him truthfully. He threw his head back on the pillow and let out another sigh.

"Again. Say it again."

"I love you, Luke," I repeated. I put my head back in his chest, and he kissed me on top of my head.

Whatever was making him need me to reassure my love for him had to be taken care of soon. I didn't want him to second guess himself for a second, and I couldn't help but to feel like I put him in this predicament in the first place.

"I love you too, babe. More and more everyday. Please don't ever forget that." He wrapped his arms back around me, and I smiled in content.

A few seconds later, I heard Luke's soft snores, and I too closed my eyes trying to get back to sleep.

I know my relationship was nowhere near perfect, but we promised each other to work towards that everyday, and I was willing to fight long and hard for the one that I loved.
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Luke's POV

I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in when Kate came in and woke up from my bad dream, and I could hear her breathing softly.

The nightmare I had last night was the worst one I'd ever had. The only time I'd ever screamed like that was the first time it happened, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the one last night.

Everything felt more real, more vivid. There was no way it was just a dream, but apparently, that's all it was.

All I wanted to hear was Kate say that she loved me, and me only. She'd become my world, and without her I just felt so empty.

I looked to my left to check the clock on the bedside table, and I found it to be almost nine o'clock. When I talked to the person at the front desk last night before I checked in, he said that breakfast lasted from eight to ten-thirty.

My hands, that were securely wrapped around her, travelled down her back and slipped under her shirt, resting at her sides. She stirred a little in her sleep, but she didn't wake. I rolled us over so that I was on top, and I supported my weight with my forearms.

I kissed her jaw and she turned her head. I kissed her cheek, and her head turned again, like she refused to be woken up. I kissed her lips, and she let out an annoyed groan.

"Luke, what are you doing?" she asked with her eyes closed. I ignored her and instead moved my lips to her neck, pressing slow kisses all the way down until I reached her collar bone.

"Good morning, princess," I said, continuing to suck on random spots, but being careful not to leave any visible marks.

"Luke, stop," Kate whined. A few seconds later, her eyes finally fluttered open. Her hands found their way to my hair, trying to get me to stop, but that only fueled me more.

I lifted her shirt a little, only exposing her tummy, and I sponged kisses all across her skin. I kept sliding her shirt up further, my hands trailing up her sides, and my lips kissing up her torso until I got to the underside or her bra.

She gave up on trying to stop me, and I could feel her holding back her little moans. She was quite tense at the moment, when normally, Kate would let me relax her. I think she was trying to hold her ground about me stopping without actually trying to make me stop.

Anything that would get my mind off of the dream I had last night would work for me. As long as I knew that I was the only one she wanted, I would be satisfied.

I'd never really been too insecure before. I had things about myself that bothered me here and there, but nothing had ever been this bad, and I wanted nothing more than to end it.

"They have breakfast downstairs until, like, ten-thirty. Do you want to go, or would you rather go out?" I asked once I'd finished my light teasing.

"We can go downstairs for breakfast. I don't need anything fancy," she replied. I planted my lips on hers shortly before rolling off of her and heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
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Kate's POV

When Luke got off of me, I too got out of bed and headed over to my bag that he packed for me. Since we were about to go downstairs for breakfast and I was wearing shorts, I pulled out a pair a sweatpants, and I put them on over my shorts.

I got out a brush and brushed my hair back, tying it into a ponytail. Luke came out of the bathroom after a few minutes, and a beanie was covering most of his hair. I got my toothbrush and face cleanser out of my bag, and he told me that me left the toothpaste in the bathroom on the counter.

I went into the bathroom, and I brushed my teeth quickly. Once I was done, I used one of the provided washcloths to wash my face, and I noticed a few purple marks scattered across my neck. I lifted up my shirt, and I found more littering my entire upper body.

I had originally planned to wear my hair up, but I wasn't sure if Luke packed anything I could use to cover these up. I let my hair back down, and it didn't really do me any justice. My hair covered a few, but most of them were still going to be exposed.

"Luke!" I called. Within seconds, he came rushing into the bathroom, and I saw him behind me through his reflection in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I pointed to all of the lovebites on my neck, and his eyes widened. "Oops, I'm sorry about that. I swear I was being careful, but I must've gotten a bit carried away," he tried defending himself.

I lifted up my shirt revealing more hickeys covering my stomach. "A bit carried away? Try again," I said laughing. I wasn't really bothered that he left them there. I was more bothered that I had to go out in public with them on full display.

It was actually quite funny, but I had to figure out how to get rid of them before the weekend was over.

"I hope you know that they're all out of love," he proclaimed. I nodded, agreeing with him.

I turned around to a full on smiling Luke. His hands found their way to my hips, and he lifted me up onto the counter. Keeping his hands on my sides, he walked forward a little so that he was standing between my legs.

"Yeah, I know," I responded. I reached up and peck him on the nose, then both of his cheeks, then his lips, and I lingered there for a second.

He pulled away first.

"Each one of these," he started, slipping his hands under my shirt and letting them roam along my torso. "is a small way of me showing you how much I love you," he finished.

"Mhm." His lips touched my collar bone, and he nipped at my skin all the way until he met my lips, sliding his tongue in once he got there.

The familiar burn in the pit of my stomach occurred, but it felt more powerful this time around.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me and closing the gap between us. We continued kissing breathlessly for what must've been minutes before my stomach growled.

Luke pulled away and laughed.

"Someone must be hungry," he said.

"Well, yeah. I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday," I answered chuckling. Luke helped me off the counter, and I turned around to check my appearance in the mirror.

I could see a couple of new marks that could easily be covered by my hair, and some just remained out in the open, no matter how hard I tried.

I wasn't really one to love the spotlight or any attention at all. I was really shy, and I couldn't help but feel like everyone would be staring at me and my hickey-covered neck.

"Don't worry about them. If people want to look, let them, but they have no right to judge you because whatever we do is none of their business," Luke whispered in my ear.

It made me feel a bit better, but I was still kind of uneasy.

"Um, o-okay," I stuttered. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. We both grabbed our phones, and he picked up the key card before we walked to the door and out of our room.

Since we were staying on the third floor, we didn't have much traveling to do to get the the main floor, so the elevator ride was quite short.

Once we got downstairs to the dining area, I check the time on my phone to find that it was half past nine, so that meant we had about an hour to eat.

Luke lazily threw his arm around my shoulders, and I, in turn, put mine around his waist. We walked like this until we got to the food preparation area, where Luke walked to find what he wanted to eat.

Most of the people who were already here were also in their pajamas or just lounging wear, so I didn't feel too out of place by coming down in sweats.

I found a waffle maker, so I decided I was going to have a waffle and a fruit salad.

As I was waiting for my waffle to cook, I turned around to try and find a spot for us to sit. Before I could find somewhere, I heard a small gasp come from below me. I looked down, and it was a little girl with her eyes wide and a hand covering her mouth.

"What happened to you?" she asked in concern.

"What are you talking about?" The little girl's eyes were roaming my neck, and she pouted.

"You have so many bruises on your neck," she clarified. "Did you fall and get an owie?" I giggled at the small child and her innocence. I looked up her mum and she was shaking her head at me.

"Um...yeah. I fell, and I-uh...I hit my neck on the corner of the table," I lied. Her mum seemed satisfied with my answer, but I knew she didn't believe a word I said.

"Woah, did it hurt?"

"No, not really. It felt good actually. It kind of tickled, and it gave me this nice tingling-" I was cut off by her mom clearing her throat, which made me laugh even harder.

"Oh my gosh, that sounds fun! Mummy, I want to hit my neck on the corner of the table!" she yelled, causing a bunch of people to turn and look at her.

Her mum glared at me, but I just kept laughing. The timer on the waffle machine went off, indicating that it was done, so I took it out and put it on my plate before walking away quickly.

I found the fruit after not that long of searching, and I poured some syrup on my waffle. I saw Luke already sitting down at this table for two, so I made my way over there, and I took a seat across from him.

He had some pancakes on his plate and some pineapples on the side. There was a cup of water next to all of it. Luke was already eating, so I dug in as well.

"How is your waffle?" he asked after we ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Tastes pretty good. How about your pancakes?"

"They're nice," he said. "You'll never convert me."

Ever since we were about fourteen, we had this ongoing argument about which was better. Waffles or pancakes? He's never believed that waffles are better than pancakes, and I refuse to believe that pancakes are better than waffles.

"Wanna bet?" I challenged. I cut a piece of my waffle and passed my fork to him. He put it into his mouth, and he gave the fork back to me as he was chewing.

"Well, it's close, but the pancakes still have my heart. There's no beating them," he finally said.

"What do I have to do to convince you that waffles are clearly better?" I whined.

He gave me a smug smile before saying, "Maybe you could give me a blow j-"

"Luke!" I exclaimed. He winked at me before laughing. His cellphone ringing cut off our little fun, and when he looked at the screen, he frowned but answered anyway.

"What?" he said rather harshly. "No, I don't want to talk to you." He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again. "You knew, yet you let it continue, and I'm done! I already told you this. Just leave me alone, bye," he snapped before hanging up on whoever he was talking to.

I thought we would just continue our coversation like we were before, but apparently that wasn't the case.

"Who was that?" I asked curiously. He rolled his eyes.

"No one," he spat. I flinched at the harshness in his tone, but I didn't call him out on it.

We finished our breakfast in silence, and once we were both done, we threw our trash away and walked towards the elevator.

He didn't pay me any attention the entire way back to our room, and it was starting to bother me. Whoever he talked to on the phone made him upset enough to stop talking to me, and I didn't think that was okay.

When we got back to our room, he unlocked the door and went inside before me. He sat on the couch while I headed to our bedroom so I could get ready to take a shower.

I took out some black, ripped jeans and a random band t-shirt. I put the outfit on hangers, and I hung them in the closet part of the room.

Luke still hadn't said anything, and he was sitting on the couch in silence, not even the television playing in the background. I went in there to talk to him, just to see if there was anything I could do to help.

I walked over to where he was sitting, and I sat down next to him.

"Luke, what's wrong?" I asked. He huffed before answering.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, how am I supposed to help you if you won't even tell me what's going on?" He was acting like a child, and I didn't want to talk to him if he was going to be mean.

"You're not because I just said that I don't want to talk about it," he retorted.

"Fine, whatever," I said, getting up and going back into our bedroom. I grabbed my body wash out of my bag, and I then proceeded to go into the bathroom so I could finally take a relaxing shower.

I turned on the faucet once I was settled, and I quickly stripped down before getting into the soothingly warm water.

I couldn't help but to think about all of the possibilities that could be a reason why Luke was upset. He wouldn't even talk to me about it, which says a lot.

There was a chance that the conversation would steer towards his nightmares, and maybe he wasn't ready to tell me about them. That was probably why he was being so dismissive.

Before I had time to try and process all of my thoughts, I saw a figure walking by through the foggy glass door. All of a sudden, the door slid back, revealing a naked Luke.

He stepped in the shower and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Luke, what are you doing?" I asked, staring at him.

"I'm taking a shower. What does it look like?" he retaliated. I turned around to grab my body wash, preparing to bathe and get out as quickly as possible.

"Oh, okay. That's fine, I guess." I reached for it, but he grabbed it before I could, making me have to turn around to retrieve it from him.

He wasn't letting me off that easy though. Luke placed the bottle on a higher shelf on the wall. He took my wrists in his hands and pulled me a little closer to him.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just-I wasn't expecting that call, and it threw me off. I didn't mean to take my frustrations out on you. And I promise to tell you about all of this soon," he rambled.

We were almost standing under the water. I was on one side of it, and he was on the other.

"Yeah, okay." I didn't like that he still had a few secrets left to tell, but I was glad that he would tell me soon. I would do anything I could to help him and make sure he was happy.

"Are you okay?" he asked, searching my eyes for any sadness or discontent.

"I'm fine," I said. I smiled, but it wasn't very genuine. There was like this lingering thing in the air that was causing me to focus on it even when I didn't want to.

"Fine isn't happy, Katherine." He cupped my cheeks, and his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips every few seconds.

"Well, it's feels better to be fine when you're not feeling that happy," I stated, my eyes resting everywhere but on his.

"I want you to be happy, not just sometimes either. I want you to be happy all the time," he said softly, it almost coming out as a whisper.

I was happy when I was with him, but I wasn't happy when I could tell that he wasn't happy. He was trying to hide it, but I could see right through him. He wasn't fooling anyone but himself.

I wanted him to tell me, but I guess he would when he was ready, so all I could do was wait.

"Me too," I agreed. My eyes finally met Luke's, but they fluttered closed when he pressed his lips to mine.
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A.N// omg omg omg...okay so yeah

i might keep this scene going for the next chapter so stay tuned

sorry this is late again i've been busy as in i pulled a hamstring at gym and i strained my forearm really bad so ya

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