19

I Hope You like Cold Showers

There's something biting at my earlobe. 

That's the first thing that runs through my mind when I awake for the second time this morning, with an unintentional chuckle. 

"Wake up, Annie," Luke whispers from behind me. He buries his nose against my neck, nuzzling it. 

I chase away the remaining remnants of my dream and try to force myself awake. My eyes blink open and then flutter closed again. Luke has the curtains open now and bright morning light cuts the room in half; dust mites slowly dancing around. 

I snatch the cover back over my bed and curl up; a little more sleep has never hurt anybody. 

"Oh, no you don't," Luke laughs. Moving down underneath the cover with me, he grasps my hip and pulls me back against his chest. Hands glide up my side, lifting the bottom of my sweater and he flattens it against the skin of stomach. "It's been an hour."

My chest knots, thankful he can't see my reddened cheeks. "Alright, I'm up," I mumble, trying to relax.

"Good," he starts, as his hands continue their sensual torture. "Because it's your turn to make breakfast." 

"I never knew we were taking turns." Turning around so I'm lying on my back, I look up at his boyish grin.

"Well, we are. So, get up." Leaning down, he runs his nose against my cheek and then dramatically hauls back the covers before sitting up and folding his arms behind his head.

I stare up at him, and then roll my eyes playfully before jumping up and heading over to the door, "Whatever you say, your highness."

He laughs and chucks a pillow at me. Laughing, I slip out of his room and peek down the hall towards my mom's room. The door is closed and overall it's pretty quiet, so I relax and start to head downstairs.

Why does this feel like the walk of shame?

"Annie doll?"

Crap. Where the hell did she come from?

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I act calm and turn to face my mother. She tightens the belt on her robe, rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I was uh, about to make breakfast for everyone."

"Oh," then she looks at Luke's door and I pray that she didn't see me coming out. "Well alright. I'm heading back to bed, see if Luke will help."

I sigh, relieved. "It's fine, I got it. Go back to bed."

She nods, tired, and turns back down the hall; disappearing into her room. Shaking my head, I head downstairs to cook breakfast. 

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"Luke, open the door!" Banging my fist on the bathroom door, I wrap my towel tighter around my chest and let out a huff, "You've been in there for over an hour, it's my turn!"

It's almost one in the afternoon, and after making breakfast and cleaning the whole kitchen by myself, a shower is pretty much needed. Only, the minute I decided I wanted to take one, asshole Luke decides that he wants to take one also.

Groaning at the thought of him purposely taking his sweet time, I bang against the door again. "Come on Luke, this isn't funny! It's my turn!"

"First of all, it's my bathroom!" A laugh sounds from the other side of the door, "Second of all, once again, I didn't know we were taking turns here."

Stomping my foot, I smack my hand against the door once more and shout, "I'm not playing! Get out of the bathroom."

"La la la, I can't hear you!"

Frustrated, I run a hand through my hair and sigh. I couldn't do this. First, it's the car and now it's the shower. "You know what? That's it, I'm telling your dad!"

That only makes him laugh harder, "Ooh, I'm so scared. What is he gonna do? Ground me?"

But even as he's saying that he opens the bathroom door. Steam billows out, and he smiles down at me; water dripping from his hair and onto his bare chest. I take a step back and avoid looking down his long torso.

Not today, hormones. Not today.

With an out swept hand, he gestures to the empty bathroom and announces, "It's all yours."

"I hope you don't think you're cute," I snap pushing past him. "Get out of my way."

Laughing, he walks across to his room and opens the door. "I hope you like cold showers, I may or may not have used all of the hot water."

He cocks his head to the side and looks up at the ceiling in thought, before smirking and shrugging. Ignoring him, I stalk in the bathroom and slam the door behind me. The floor is literally flooded with water and I roll my eyes before shouting, "Luke what did you do? Take a bath on the floor?"

Hanging up my towel, I braid my hair to the back and turn on the shower, not waiting before getting in. Unfortunately, after waiting for a good five minutes for the water to heat up, nothing happens and after deciding that I'd rather take a cold shower than no shower at all, I grab my body wash.

I'm in the middle of belting out Beyoncé lyrics into my shaving cream can and shaving my legs when the bathroom door opens. Rolling my eyes, I hurriedly shout out over the water, "Mom, I'm in the shower!"

Only, the person that talks back isn't my mom, but instead, Luke. I immediately drop my shaving cream and my pink razor to cover myself, regardless of the fact that I'm standing behind a curtain. Does this boy have no sense of what privacy is!

"Relax," he laughs, "I just have to take a whiz."

"No, I'm not gonna relax! Get out!" I scream. He ignores me and I hear the toilet seat lift, "Luke, don't you dare!"

"Too late."
And then he's using the bathroom. Seething, I finish up shaving my legs while I wait for him to finish; trying to concentrate on the sound of the water and not him.

"Annie?" Luke calls, "Hey, is the water still cold?"

I frown. "I am not having a conversation with you while I'm in the shower."

"It's a simple yes or no question. Is the water still cold or not?"

"Yes, it is. Now can you go?"

He laughs, "You might wanna take a step back then."

"What?" The minute I can comprehend what he's saying, he's flushing the toilet and I'm getting burned alive by the scalding hot water that comes pouring from the shower head.

"Oh my God!" Shrieking at the feeling of the incredibly hot water, I throw myself back against the wall; trying to get as far away as possible. Hurriedly reaching out, I turn off the shower and grab my towel; wrapping it around myself, jumping out.

Luke is leaning against the sink, a hand covering his mouth to keep himself from laughing, and the next thing I know, I'm storming after him and punching him as hard as I can in his chest, "You're such an asshole!"

Luke laughs, and then nods amusingly before gripping my wrist and placing it back down at my side, "Are you mad?"

Oh, so help me God, I swear I could kill him right now. Gripping my towel against myself, I draw my fist back and punch him again, "Am I mad? Am I fucking mad, Luke?"

"Well, you sound mad," his teeth grab his lip ring and he smirks, looking down at me.

I try not to get distracted by the beads of water that drip down from the tips of his hair and onto the swells of my breast, and how absolutely, excuse me, hot he looks right now. This is so not fair! No one needs to look this good but be this annoying.

"I a-am so fed up w-with your shit," I stutter.

Reaching out, he tips my chin up and whispers, "You're fed up with me, Annie?" His thumb traces my bottom lip and I reluctantly move my head; his hand dropping back down. "You weren't fed up with me this morning."

"Because you weren't being an asshole this morning." And yes, for the sake of my mother's marriage I am going to ignore those butterflies. "I can't believe you thought that was funny."

His shrugs and pushes wet hair away from his eyes, "I was only trying to help you."

"You were trying to help me?" I ask, incredulous. "You were trying to help me by burning me?"

"You said the water was cold."

"Wow," I mutter. "I can not believe you."

"It couldn't have been that bad."

Turning around, I ignore him and start to head to the door. There's no point in talking to him. He doesn't get it. Unfortunately, Luke isn't ready to leave me alone. His hand wraps around my wrist and he pulls me back to him, "Wait, I really am sorry."

"It's fine, let me go."

"No, not until you mean it. Are you alright?" With a tug, he pulls me flat against his chest, his hand moving down to wrap around my waist.

My eyes dart to the staircase, cause boy, am I ever aware that we are both completely naked underneath these towels. I try to fight the blush that wants badly to cover my cheeks, and I look away from him. "I told you, I'm fine." I whisper, raising my hand and wrapping it around his upper arm, "Now, can you let me go?"

"You heard what I said," he counters back, "Not until you mean it."

"I did mean it." I sigh, glance up to look into his blue eyes.

"No you didn't. Look, you're still mad."

"I guess we'll be here all day then."

A slight smile lifts the corners of his mouth and he shrugs, "I don't mind. You got a nice pair of B cups on you, Annie. Or should I say, on me?"

Digging my nails into his skin, I narrow my eyes, "You're such a pervert."

"But you like it," His hand moves from my hip to the bottom of my towel and onto the bare skin of my thigh.

"I don't," I laugh, sarcastically.

"You wouldn't still be here if you didn't." He drums his fingers against my skin and raises a suggestive eyebrow at me.

"Luke, you wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would. You know I would."

I'm pretty sure he can feel my heart beating fast against his, God help me, very toned chest, and I can barely catch my breath. His hand is smooth and warm against me and at a slow pace, he drags it up the back of my leg.

"So, are you alright or not?" He whispers, calmly. "You should probably let me know now because I have no problem fondling your goods."

"Fondling my goods?" I repeat. "Luke, you're such a nerd. If you lay one hand on my backside, I'll scream."

"I seriously doubt it."

Unfortunately, well -- fortunately, the sound of the balcony door opening forces us both apart and I stare at him, panting, while Andrew calls out our names.

Luke glides his tongue over his bottom lip, adjusts his towel, and then steps away from me.  
"I'm up here dad!" He shouts, smirking at me, "I think Anastasia is in the shower!" He shakes his head, water flicking at me, "You might wanna close the door, just in case he comes up here."

"Fuck you," I whisper.

"Anytime babe, I'm just next door."

"In your dreams."

He grins, "Tell me, Annie, are you a bad girl in bed?"

I head towards my door, preparing to slip inside. But not before smirking and stating, "I don't know, why don't you find out?"

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AN - omG I'M HAVING THE WORSE CRAMPS IN THE WORLD RN :(

also this wasn't reread so just ignore any typos