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Kate's POV

Our lips collided under the water, making a fire ignite in the pit of my stomach. My arms stayed by my side, me being confused on where to rest my hands.

I could feel all of the unsaid words, all of the hidden things, and all of my worries disappear with his lips on mine. It was like nothing mattered except us at this moment, and it felt so good to not have to think about anything else but him.

Luke's hands, which were placed on either side of my cheeks, removed themselves and found mine, interlocking our fingers. After a few more seconds, he pulled away before leaning back in and kissing me again briefly.

"I love you, like, a lot," he said. He detached our hands and moved his around my waist, pulling me close to him. I rested my head on his chest, just letting the water of the shower run down my back.

I started to wonder how long it would be before the water ran cold, but I assumed it wouldn't for a long time since we were in a resort where a large portion of people could possibly be taking taking a steaming hot shower at the same time.

I could hear the rapid beating of his heart, but his chest rose and fell at a steady pace. I could only imagine that mine was the same.

"I love you, Luke," I finally stated. I felt him kiss the top of my head before pulling away again.

He reached behind him to grab the soap and a washcloth. His hair, much like mine, was completely soaked at this point. He poured some of the gel like liquid into the cloth and started rubbing it together until suds and bubbles started to form.

Once it was lathered to his satisfaction, he reached his free hand out. I raised an eyebrow, and he nodded, signaling that he did actually want me to give him my arm so he could wash it.

I reached my hand out, and he took my wrist in his grasp. The soapy cloth in his hands trailed up and down my arm, leaving bubbles in its path.

The farther up my arm he traveled, the faster my heart started to race. At one point he was focusing solely on cleaning my skin, and then he just started staring into my eyes as he completed his work.

The thick fog from the hot shower was starting to become even more thick from the way he was touching me and looking at me so innocently at the same time. I tore my gaze away from his as he went across my collar bones and shoulders to move to my other arm.

His actions were awfully slow, teasing even, and I didn't think I liked it. I wanted something, anything, to happen already.

He continued to drag the cloth up and down my other arm until he got to my neck, where a lot of the purple marks that he left me earlier were. He started walking closer to me as he washed behind my neck and down my back.

Just before he got to my butt, he brought the cloth back to the front of my body and started gliding it across my torso, where the rest of the love bites were. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt his hand cup my right breast. I looked up at him, and he was watching my face, gauging my reaction.

There was nothing super special about my chest really. If you asked me, I would say I had the body of a pre-pubescent twelve-year-old. I literally wore an A, which is the smallest cup size, but I guess it had it's advantages.

I was always told that boys only went for girls with large breasts, but I was starting to realized that, that particular statement wasn't the case. The girls at school would always pick on me because I was smaller than everyone else and because I was such a late bloomer, and me being the sensitive person that I was and still am, I took those things to heart.

I would always cry, and I'd tell my mum about it. She'd usually take me to get ice cream or to buy a new shirt or whatever, and most of the time she would invite Luke if he wanted to come, just so I had someone my age to hang out with. He was my only friend.

By the time I turned fourteen, my dad's job started picking up, and he was away almost all of the time. It's a lot better now than it used to be, but he's still gone way more than I want him to be. It was around this time that I was introduced to Michael, Calum, and Ashton, and we all became really close very fast. We just kind of had this bond that could never be recreated, and I was thankful that I had them in my life.

They were the only ones that would hang out with me.

When I was fifteen, the same thing happened to my mom. This resulted in me having to stay at Luke's house all the time to the point where I practically lived there. The boys would come over, and we would all just enjoy each other's company.

Luke always accepted me for me, and that's all I could ever ask for. Even when we weren't dating, he still made me feel really special, and I appreciated that.

I've always loved Luke, it was just super platonic at first, and after the first time I had a crush on him didn't go so well, I didn't want to be hurt again. I didn't want to like him anymore, but I couldn't help it. I could only deny my feelings but for so long.

After gently kneading for a few seconds, he moved on to my other breast, but he massaged it a little more vigorously. He continued to walk forward, making me stumble backwards until my back was against the wall.

The soapy cloth, trailed along my skin once more until it reached the top of my thigh, and he bent down so he could scrub both my legs clean. He quickly washed my butt, and when he was done, his hand ghosted over my private before he attached it to me and began to softly rub in circular motions.

I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of pleasure that I hadn't felt in a long washed over me.

"Luke," I gasped. This made him stop his movement altogether, and I whimpered at the loss of contact.

I opened my eyes to find him taking the shower head attachment down from its post. He walked back over to me, with his bottom lip between his teeth. He put his hand in the flowing water to make sure it wasn't too hot before pointing it towards me and letting it wash all of the suds away.

He came closer to increase the pressure of the water as he let it roam my entire body. Most of the soap was gone when he got on his knees to get rid of the rest on my legs.

Once I was free of bubbles, Luke dropped the shower head and attached his lips to my hip. He moved straight across to my other hip, biting and sucking a few places. I let out a ton of soft moans, and my fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

His mouth returned to the very center of me, and he left open mouthed kisses in a trail until his lips were a few centimeters away from mine.

His forehead was pressed against mine, and in a desperate attempt to connect our lips, I leaned forward. Before my lips could even touch his, he pulled away and brought his mouth to my ear.

"Your turn," he whispered. My breathing hitched and almost got caught in my throat.

I wasted no time getting a new cloth and lathering once the soap was on it. I wasn't slow and teasing with Luke, I was quick and straight to the point.

The entire time I was washing him, I avoided one particular area. He was already hard, and I wasn't sure what would happened if I touched it.

After cleaning everything except him, Luke grabbed my wrist to stop me from leaving to get the shower head to rinse him off.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were fluttering open and closed.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He breathed in deeply before answering.

"I just-I-Can you..." he stumbled over his words, cutting himself off by smashing his lips against mine.

At first, I was a little surprised by his sudden actions, but I soon relaxed into the kiss.

He was the one pressed against the wall at this point, and used on of his hand to grab mine, but he couldn't control himself as he was shaking a lot.

"Tell me what you want," I instructed against his lips.

"I want you to touch me," he said. I pushed some of the hair covering his forehead back off his face and smiled, but he was having it.

"There, is that better?" I questioned, partially knowing that didn't satisfy him.

"Kate, please. Don't tease, it's not nice," he whined. He took my hand and wrapped it around his length. He guided me to pump up and down, and after a few, he let go and had me do it on my own.

I loved how loved to come off as tough in almost very situation, but he was really just a big softie. He became so vulnerable in situations like this, letting the pleasure take over his entire being. I loved to hear the soft whimpers and groans fall from his lips just as much as he told me he like when I called out his name.

His head fell back, resting on the wall as I continued to give him the best hand job that I could manage. His eyes were tightly closed, and his face was red.

"F-Fuck...Katherine, I-" he stopped mid sentence, and his eyes flew open. An expression of fear and panic overtook his face, which made me completely confused. He wiped a hand over his face, and exhaled loudly.

"Luke, what's the matter? What happened?" I asked. I wasn't completely sure where things were headed, but it was really peculiar for him to just freak out in the middle of everything. There had to be something wrong, and I wanted to find out sooner rather than later.

"Can you, um, just leave me alone for a second?" he pleaded. I knew he wasn't trying to be mean or anything because the look on his face said that he was genuinely afraid for whatever reason.

"Yeah, sure. Take as much time as you need," I said, before sliding the door back and stepping out of the shower. I grabbed a towel from off of the towel rack, and I wrapped it around my body. I exited the bathroom and entered our bedroom, for the weekend, so I could find some more comfortable clothes to wear.

Whilst getting dressed, I tried to figure out what could've possibly made Luke get so turned off so quick, but I was having trouble coming up with logical answers. Somewhere in between me making mental diagram of what was going on and the television in the background going, I fell asleep.
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Luke's POV

I watched Kate as she got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself through the foggy door. She seemed so confused when asked her to leave, but her face read as more hurt.

Things had been going so well over the past couple days, and I just had to go and ruin it with my overthinking, which really wasn't in my control anymore.

I knew she probably wanted me to confess and tell her everything that was making me so disturbed, but it wasn't that easy. She would probably think that I was going mental.

All I wanted to do was spend some quality time with her after a long three weeks, and I couldn't even do that because of the tainted image that played in my head every time I closed my eyes. It was beginning to get a bit ridiculous, and I wasn't sure if it would ever stop or not.

After standing in the shower for an additional five minutes trying to figure all of my problems out in my head, I stood under the water to get the remaining soap off of my body so I could get out. I turned the water off once I was done rinsing, and I wrapped a towel around my waist after I got out.

I was going to get dressed right away, but I decided to stay in the bathroom for a little while longer just I would have a reasonable explanation as to why I freaked out when Kate and I could've potentially had sex in the shower.

I placed my palms on the counter, and I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was starting to hold a little more life into it, probably because of the rest I got for two nights in a row. I ran a hand through my hair, making it stick up a little, before flopping over because of the length.

I took a seat in the middle of the floor of the bathroom, and I curled my knees up to my chest.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get the image of Kate and Calum out of my head. Even though I wasn't there, I could picture it so clearly in my mind.

I forgave Kate, that was the first step. We were on great terms, and I knew that even with what happened between her and Calum, she stilled only loved me. It was a mistake, I was sure, and I knew it only happened because she was hurt, and I was the one who hurt her.

We weren't together at the time, is what I told myself everyday. She didn't know, so I couldn't fault her. I wasn't sure if she had the same feelings for me before that day, but her actions showed that she most definitely did.

I couldn't have broken her heart if she didn't love me in the first place.

Thirty minutes later, I stood up from the floor to finally go get dressed. I used all the thinking time I needed, and I knew that it was time to tell Kate about the nightmares. I realized that if someone other than myself knew, it would lift the weight off of my chest, and maybe I would be able to breathe again. If she knew, it wouldn't haunt me anymore.

I knew for a fact that I had her support, and she was willing to help me through any problem that I had.

I made my way to the door, and I twisted the knob slowly. I opened the door to find Kate sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed. The only thing she was wearing was another one of my shirts. I didn't mind thought because I'd packed several.

I went over to one of the drawers that I'd out some of my clothes in when we first got here, and I pulled out a pair of boxers and mesh shorts. I was already dry from sitting around for thirty minutes, so I slipped them on quickly.

I put my towel on the hook right behind the bathroom door. I walked to where my bag was, and I got out a random shirt and put it on.

The television was playing How I Met Your Mother in the background, so I crawled onto the bed and laid down next to her. It was almost like she could sense my presence because she rolled over until her head was rested against my chest.

I reacted immediately by putting my arms around her, and I placed a reassuring kiss to her forehead.
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After about six straight episodes of watching Barney Stinson project his "playbook" schemes where he backs up his outlandish ideas with concrete, detailed steps for pulling them off. I got up to get some water from the mini kitchen.

I carefully untangled myself from Kate, and she stirred a little but did not wake. I walked out of the room and to the kitchen, where I got a glass out of the cabinet.

I knew that I wanted to tell Kate about the nightmares, but I still wasn't sure to what extent. I didn't want her to worry about me, and I was positive that this would make her become extremely cautious around me.

I wanted to tell her as soon as I got out of the bathroom, just so I didn't have the chance to talk myself out of it, but she was asleep, and I didn't want to wake her up with my strange confession.

I filled my cup with some water from a bottle in the refrigerator, and I brought it to my lips. The water was really cold, and I could feel it traveling throughout my body, which was a very satisfying feeling if you asked me.

I sat down at the table and placed my cup in front of me, taking a drink every few seconds or so.

I kept replaying the words I would say to her in my head to the point where it would sound robotic. I just didn't want to screw it up, so I made sure I memorized everything I wanted to say.

A few minutes later, I finished my water, and I set the glass on the countertop. I took a deep breath before going back into our room.

Just to my luck, Kate was awake again. Her eyes fluttered closed before opening once more, and she sat up. I walked over to the bed slowly, and I sat down next to her.

"Hey, how did you sleep?" I asked. She stretched her arms out forward before shrugging.

"Uh, it was okay, I guess," she replied. "What time is it?"

I looked around to the bedside table where the alarm clock was, and I checked. "It's about four, so you were asleep for, like, three hours," I said chuckling.

"Oh wow," she giggled. "So, what's up?" I took another deep breath before speaking. I didn't know how she was going to react to what I was about to tell her, but I could only hope that it wasn't terrible.

"I need to talk you about something," I stated, not meeting her eyes. She placed a hand on top of mine, and it calmed me down but sped up the speed of my heart at the same time.

"What about?" I looked into her eyes for a split second before focusing my attention back on my lap.

"My nightmares." I confessed simply.
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Kate's POV

He was finally going to tell me what's been haunting him for a solid three weeks. All I wanted to do was be there for him, and I couldn't do that if he didn't tell me what was going on.

He inhaled deeply before releasing, making it come out as more of a sigh.

"Um, I wanted to tell you because I thought that it would help, and also because I knew that you wouldn't judge me or anything like that. Plus, I just really wanted someone to know," he started. I squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Of course, Luke. Go on," I encouraged.

Before I fell asleep, I came up with
a few things that could possibly be the culprit of Luke's bad dreams. My final guess landed on all of the drama that happened between Calum and I.

I remember how upset he was the day he found out, more so with Calum than me. Even after he asked for a few days of space, he was gone for a whole three weeks because of a mistake that I made.

That had to be the only reason, and if it wasn't, I don't know what was.

"I have dreams about you and Cal," he said plainly. I looked up at him, and he was staring straight ahead. The was no emotion in his face, just a blank expression.

"What about me and Cal?" I asked. If he didn't want to go into too much detail, I wouldn't make him, but if he was willing, it would give me a better idea on what I needed to do to help him.

"Just, uh, just you guys together." I could see his eyebrows scrunch together, not out of confusion, but out of pain.

"Doing?"

Luke squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head rapidly. He brought his hands to his face, covering so I couldn't read him.

"I don't want to talk about it," he whimpered.

"That's okay. Come here," I said honestly. I opened my arms wide an he fell into them. I knew there were only a few things that could stir him up this way, but I didn't want to think about it too much. He would tell me the whole story if he was ready, and I would wait.

"I'm sorry."

"You're fine, you don't have to say anything you don't want to," I told him. His head was rested in my lap and he let out yet another long sigh.

"I know, but I just told you that I'd tell you, and now I feel bad for not telling you the whole story," he explained.

"You told me enough. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to spill," I replied. He turned his head so that he was facing me and looking right into my eyes.

"Ugh, I love you so much. Cuddle me forever," he said smiling. This was the first time he'd smiled since breakfast, and I had to devise a plan so that he could be happy all the time. That was the same thing he wanted for me.

"Ditto, Hemmings." He reached up and planted a soft kiss to my lips before put his head back in my lap.

Even thought we'd already said 'I love you' on multiple occasions, there really was no way to describe the way I felt about Luke. It was like love and then some, and it was pure bliss.

I wanted to feel like this for the rest of my life, and I was completely certain that Luke could give it to me if I stayed by his side.

"Don't be rude, Katherine. Say it back." Luke sat up from his laying position and pulled me onto his lap.

"I love you," I said laughing. He pecked me on the lips before pushing me back and hovering over me.

"What's so funny," he asked, a sinister expression converting his face. I knew what was about to happen. He did this all the time when we were like fourteen.

"Luke, don't you dare," I warned, and the smile on his face grew.

"Do what?" he questioned cluelessly. He brought his hands to my sides and started vigorously tickling my. I shrieked and erupted into a fit of giggles, which were being mixed with Luke's laughs.

"Luke...stop...I beg...you," I pleaded while gasping for air, but he just kept going. He knew I was ticklish, and he always used that as an advantage.

His attack went on for a few more seconds, and then he pulled away and rested his hands on either side of my head. His playful demeanor quickly changed to a serious one.

"I love you more," he said, once he caught his breath.

A small flutter occurred in my stomach at his words alone, and it was getting stronger the longer he stared into my eyes.

"Well, you can believe that all you want, but there's not a chance," I retorted. He smiled and wasted no time connecting our lips.

The fluttering that was happening turned into fireworks, and instead of only being in my stomach, it surged throughout my entire body.
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Luke and I made out for a few minutes, and then we went back to cuddling. We'd watched a few movies and ordered room service for dinner, but right now, we were watching Mulan. My phone started ringing just as Mulan ran away from home to pretend to be a man so her dad wouldn't have to go to war.

Luke mindlessly reached over to the nightstand and grabbed it, handing it to me, his eyes glued to the television screen. I answered without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Kate," the person on the line said. I immediately recognized the voice to be Ashton. He hadn't spoken to me properly in weeks.

I looked over to Luke, and he was drifting off to sleep. I quietly got out of bed and slipped out of the bedroom, so I could talk without waking Luke up.

I decided to sit at the table in the mini kitchen to carry on my conversation.

"Ash?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time," he giggled. I missed Ashton, but he purposefully avoided me because he didn't agree with Calum and I's actions. He was pissed off.

"Only because you avoid me," I responded. I jut wanted him to get straight to the point so I could continue watching my movie.

"I'm sorry. I was angry, not completely at you, but with Calum. I helped you realize what you really wanted, and I'm sure he knew about it, which is why I don't get why what happened, happened. I was so sure that you loved him enough to be smart about things, and that incident proved me wrong. I know Luke wasn't as mad at all, so I guess I took on the role of the angry dad," he chuckled. "I just wanted to keep everything in order, but that whole almost sex thing threw it off. I didn't know what was going to happen, so I got scared. I should've talk to you about it, like I did when the same thing happened with Thomas, but I didn't want to say something I thought I would regret until I calmed down. I'm sorry," he finished.

He sounded incredibly sincere, and that's all it took. Ashton was like my big brother, and I didn't want to lose him over something silly. I was glad he was talking to me again because I didn't know how much longer I would last without him.

"Okay, I forgive you, but is that all you called to say?"

"No, actually. I need your help," he said.

"Wow, you call and get my forgiveness just to ask me to help you. I feel like I'm being used," I laughed, which caused Ashton to giggle once again. He knew I was just joking, so there were no hard feelings. "Really, though, what's up?"

"Cal has been trying to apologize to Luke for about a week now, but Luke isn't having it. He either won't answer Calum's calls, or he'll answer and be rude before hanging up, therefore not giving Calum the chance to speak," he explained.

Oh, so that's who Luke was on the phone with at breakfast, and that's why he was being so mean. He didn't want to talk about it at first, but when he told me about the nightmares and why he had them, it made my feel bad and it brought out my sympathy.

"What do you want me to do about that?"

"I'm coming into town tomorrow, and I know you guys are there because Luke told me. I can bring Calum, and we can all go out to lunch and talk it out."

"Luke doesn't want to talk to Calum right now, but I'm sure he will when he's ready, Ash." I didn't want to get in the middle of another mess, so I tried to steer clear of drama as best as I could.

"Kate, please. I just want us all to be friends again and hang out like we used to. I'm lonely!"

"I can't do that, Ash. Calum and I aren't even on speaking terms right now. I haven't said anything to him in weeks. It'd just be way too awkward."

"Fine, I won't bring him with, but could we still get lunch? It would be nice to catch up and stuff. Maybe, I could convince Luke to talk to Calum without him actually being there," he proposed.

It would be nice to go out to eat and catch up, so I agreed. I didn't know how well Ashton's plan to get Luke to talk to Calum would work, but it was worth a shot.

"Okay, what time?"

"Does one-thirty sound good?"

"Yup, sounds good," I said cheerfully.

"This feels good," Ashton said just as I was about to hang up.

"What?"

"Talking to you. I'm glad we made up." I could see him smiling widely in my head, and I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.

"Same here, Irwin. I'll see you tomorrow at one-thirty then?"

"You bet! Bye, Kate. I'll see you later."

"Bye!" I ended the call as soon as we said our last words, and I headed back into the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Luke was sitting up, not asleep anymore like I'd left him a few minutes ago.

"Who was that?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Ashton. He's coming into the city tomorrow, and he wanted to know if we want to go out for lunch at one-thirty," I responded. I had no reason to lie. Luke and Ashton were on good terms, so I was sure he wouldn't decline.

"Oh, okay," he said yawning and closing his eyes. "Come back to bed." He reached his arms out, inviting me in.
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A.N// okay so i'm extremely sorry this took forever and a day. if you watch my snapstory then you know why ;-)

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