Betting on You

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"Another one?"

I rose a brow and looked up over my shoulder, stifling a yawn as I did so, "Really? Another one?"

He hummed tiredly behind me, "Why not?"

I smiled just as tiredly up at him, "Because we've already watched two movies. Aren't you tired?"

Luke and I had managed to sneak into his house after we had picked up our Chinese food. It was closer to midnight now, and his parents had turned in for the night long before we had snuck in, making it easy for us to get by. He had given me a t-shirt and some basketball shorts to change into as he changed into a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, something for us both to lounge comfortably in.

We were both laying on his bed now, the food mostly eaten and on his side table. Luke was leaning against his headrest and I had situated myself comfortably between his legs, using his chest as my own backrest. He had propped up his laptop on a textbook and we had been watching movies for the past few hours after eating. And while I was getting tired, he was saying otherwise.

Proving my point, he shrugged, "Not really."

"How are you not tired?" I turned around, leaning on his chest and staring up at him, "You played an intense game for hours. I watched and I'm pretty tired."

He shrugged again, looking down at me with a soft smile. He rose a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "If I go to sleep then this day ends."

"That's generally how it works, yes," I blushed at the simple action, finding myself leaning into his touch, "Usually, anyways. It's already after midnight, so yesterday already ended."

He shrugged again, seeming to not be of many words as he tucked another strand of hair behind my ear. This time, though, he let his hand linger before taking a strand between his fingertips, letting it curl around his hand. He looked like he had something on the tip of his tongue, yet, was refraining from saying anything. From the look in his eyes, he didn't have his walls up, but why was he holding something back?

He chose then to pull my head forwards and press my lips to his in a sweet, gentle kiss. It was as soft and sweet as this night seemed to be, saying nothing at all yet saying so many things.

I pulled myself upwards to put a little pressure behind the kiss, smiling when his hand on my cheek wrapped around my neck. I shifted around until I was sitting on his lap, straddling his waist, and his lips parted softly to let a sigh of content slip out.

There was nothing urgent about the way our lips moved against each others. Nothing hot and steamy, but instead airy and light. While our much more heated makeouts definitely left me breathless, so did this kiss right now, in a different way. A great way.

His hands dropped to my waist and he pulled me flush against his chest, tilting his head, angling for a deeper kiss as he liked to do and this time a moan slipped past my lips to be swallowed by his. I couldn't help but shift on his lap, feeling him starting to get excited.

But before I could do more, he was gently pushing me away, breaking our lips and leaving us both out of breath, "Mm, don't even start."

I hummed in response, pressing soft kisses to his jaw when he turned his head to avoid my kiss, "And why not?" I couldn't help but whine, loving the way I could feel his fast pace pulse, "Isn't this why I'm here?"

I could feel him tense at my words for some reason, even though I meant them playfully. He cleared his throat, "C'mon, you know that's not why I want you here."