The best way to wake up would definitely be to feel a set of full lips kiss the air out of you. Lukas was softly placing kisses all over my face, giving me no choice but to open my eyes and see the goofy smile on his face, instantly putting me in a good mood. "Morning." I smiled against his lips as they pressed into mine.

"I didn't want to wake you, but you're going to be late for class." He whispered before kissing me again, his lips lingering a little on mine this time.

"I don't want to get up." I whined stretching out my limbs, wanting to stay in bed a little longer, enjoying those cute kisses a lot longer.

Lukas's chuckle filled up the room, a sound I didn't mind waking up to for the rest of my life. "Baby, you already missed a class yesterday." He whispered, pulling me into his arms. I instantly hid my face in the crook of his neck, enjoying his warmth. His scent filled my senses as I laid on top of him, my hand finding a spot in his hair. "Snowflake, I know you're comfortable, trust me, but you have to get up." He laughed, snuggling the side of his face into mine.

"Mmmh, nooo." I whined again; this time more demanding. I had a hard time waking up as his hand softly going up and down my spine rocked me back to sleep.

He shook his head, accompanied with a chuckle. "Bells, you can cuddle me all night, get your nice ass to class." He said grabbing both my butt cheeks at once, giving them a good squeeze.

"Babe!" I laughed, when his sudden attack pressed me into his morning hardness, the fact I was laying on top of him not helping, I guess. "Mmh." I hummed when suggestive thoughts filled my head with wild ideas.

"Don't you think about it." Lukas grinned, shaking his head next to mine. I felt myself smirk into his neck, where I always kiss the outline of his tattoo, as I wiggled my hips against the bulge in his boxers. "Bells no!" He laughed while his hands dug into my hips, keeping me still. "Your dirty mind needs to wake up, have some coffee and get to class. Now, before your tiny hands start attacking me." He laughed while I pulled my head from the crook of his neck to pout at his face. "I'm serious." He laughed once more, joy written all over his handsome and sleepy face.

"I want cuddles. Special cuddles." I pouted in high-pitched and whiny tone but the smirk on my face gave away what I meant with the special part.

"Alright enough, get your lazy ass out of bed!" He chuckled the moment he laid his eyes on my pouty face. Like I weighed nothing he scooped me up from the bed, getting both of us from underneath the sheets and off the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hanging on for dear life. Try to shake my lazy ass off now. I giggled while I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you going to be difficult?" I heard him scoff with probably the biggest smirk on his face. I nodded, adding to his fuel and suddenly he walked both of us to the door, my back colliding with it resulting in a loud thud. Oh shit. His action made me lift my head from his shoulder, looking at him and his undeniable smirk with wide eyes. One of his hands let go of holding me up, my legs not moving anyways as he had me pinned against the door. When his hand cupped my jawline and his thumb slid over my skin I knew he wasn't messing around anymore. If it resultes in me being pinned to a wall with his hardness pressing on my sweet spot I should be difficult more often. I couldn't move my face as he held it in place, a little demanding, a little rough on the touch but I loved it. If I wasn't awake, I am now. Damn this is hot. He looked at me, really looked at me with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. I couldn't help but to chuckle at this sudden action of his. What is he doing? I giggle to myself.

He leaned into my lips, pressing his against mine roughly and with want, my head being pushed back against the door. I was taken aback by his sudden kiss, even more when his tongue didn't waist time, kissing me deeply, sucking on my bottom lip until I hummed with ecstasy. Jesus, now I really don't want to go to class. His hand on my jaw was guiding me into the direction he wanted. Suddenly he made me look up at the ceiling, so he had access to my throat. The leaving of his lips on mine made me whimper but gasp when they made their way to my neck and throat, kissing my sensitive skin.

"Lukas." I hummed his name as the throbbing between my legs took over my ability to think straight. He didn't listen as he continued to kiss my throat, his hand still in control of the direction of my face. Oh fuck. His other hand let go from under my leg to go underneath my t-shirt, his warm hands on my skin hot to the touch, like setting me on fire instantly. "Babe." I repeated as he rubbed himself against me, the burning feeling made my mouth fall open and my eyes roll back.

The only thing between us were his boxers and my lace panties. I wished we just went to bed naked; I would feel him so much better if we had. "You just have no self-control." He burst out in laughter against my skin, his laughter pulling me out of a sweet daze.

"What?" I said widening my eyes as his hand brought me back to facing him, his thumb rubbing the wetness of my lips as they glistened from his kisses. The way his thumb rubbed my bottom lip was maybe turning me on even more than the kissing itself. What the fuck.

"Are you awake now?" He pulled his eyebrows up at me, putting his lips in a straight line, but not enough to hide his smirk. Hold on a minute, the bastard is laughing at me.

"Hell yeah I am." I frowned my brows at him while I raised my voice in a dramatic manner.

He full on burst out in laughter right now, both his hands settling on my sides. "Good, now get your ass to class." He pulled up those eyebrows again and my mouth nearly feel to the floor. "Don't look at me like that. You did the same to me yesterday." Lukas's soft chuckle was too adorable to dismiss.

"You asshole!" I playfully scoffed at him, slapping my hand against the back of his head, not even making him flinch. "Are you serious?" I still looked at him in awe. I have no self-control. I'm being pinned to the door and dry humped by this man and he's telling me I don't have self-control. Ha-Hilarious. "You. Are. Cruel." I shook my head at him, and I didn't want to admit I actually found it funny. I was definitely awake, the upside of his useless attempt. Now I was all worked up, having to go to class with only his soft lips and hands touching my skin on my brain, as if that was going to be productive.

"Shut up, you fell in love with me being an asshole to you. Don't complain now." He smiled, scrunching his nose before brushing it over mine softly while he put me back on the ground as soon as I realized this was a lost battle. "You know what you got yourself into." He pasted his hands on either side of my face squeezing it until I looked like a blobfish and then he kissed me once more. It was so cute I couldn't even be mad at him for teasing me out off bed.

"You're an adorable asshole, and I love you for it." I chuckled, petting the top of his head, ruffling his messy hair into an even cuter mess.

"Now, g-"

"Yeah, yeah, go to class. Blah blah. I get it." I playfully rolled my eyes at him as I wove him away with my hands getting a laughing Lukas in return.

I left the place with something to look forward too. Lukas wanted to see to it that I not only went to class but also studied today, and he had some paper to write about, I can't remember he threw in some fancy math terms that went way over my head. That's the reason he was going to pick me up after my shift at the coffee house, so we could go to the library together. As if going to the library with him was a punishment. I don't need to explain why, because I think the glasses and concentrated look on his face say enough.

Jeans, Lukas's thick custom hoodie and a pair of high tops were all it took for me to get dressed today. Comfy but also very me. I thought while looking at myself in the mirror before leaving the apartment, nearly running to class while the sun was shining after yesterday's storm.

Class was kind of interesting but not completely. The beginning was alright, but my mind kept drifting off to this morning, the moment things got interesting during class. I even found myself chuckling in the middle of the auditorium, making me hide in the colar of my hoodie. Of course, my neighbor had to throw me a questioning look in return. I was not prepared nor was I going to give him any sort of explanation.

After books it was time for coffee and sweets. I went a little bit earlier zo I could grab lunch. It was kind of busy this time of the day and my eyes were searching for Zach while I waited in line to order. "Looking for me?" A soft and familiar voice said just behind my ear, of course startling me, almost making me throw my wallet into the air.

I turned around to find Zach with glistening green eyes and an overly amused smile on his face. "You actually almost gave me a heart attack. Do you kill off all your employees like that?" I rushed, still trying to catch a breath from getting scared to death, while I slapped his arm with the back of my hand.

"Only you." He laughed while his hand softly laced around my upper arm, pulling me away from the line of people. "Also, if you work here you don't actually have to wait in line." He whispered amused into my ear as he slowly guided me to the back, my shoulder touching his chest. "What do you want? It's on the house, well, on me actually." He laughed once we were in the staff room.

I was more than happy to wait in line, I didn't mind but since he was offering so nicely, I couldn't say no. "Uuhm a Cappuccino." I smiled at him, but he furrowed his brows into a frown.

"What? Nothing to eat? It's lunchtime Bella...Come on you have got to be hungry." His face lit up at the thought of my love for food.

I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking of what to say next. I didn't want to take advantage of him and his position here, you know the fact his parents own the place, but on the other hand I knew he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Mmmh." I hesitated. "You know what, surprise me." I waved my hand at him while I leaned against one of the lockers.

I shook my head at the way he scared me like that, after I had a sense of liveliness back into my body, I could see now it must have been kind of funny to watch. "Are you coming?" Zach reappeared in the door opening after a few minutes with two cups and a bag of food in his hands. "We're not going to sit and eat here in this dusty room." He nodded for me to follow him and I instantly chuckled at his enthusiasm.

We sat down at a table by the window. The sun that pierced through glass lit up Zach's face, his green eyes a little mesmerizing, I'm not going to deny it. "I have to admit I am kind of hungry." I laughed when he started unpacking whatever was in that bag.

"Good because I got you that blueberry muffin you picked last time and a ham and cheese sandwich because let's admit it a muffin isn't lunch." He shook his head at the thought as he nonchalantly held the muffin up between us, his elbow resting on the table.

"Oh oh now you've ruined our friendship Zach. You don't say these muffins aren't lunch and be friends with me at the same time. No No. That's a faulty combo, I won't have it." I laughed while I tried to grab the muffin from his hand, a useless attempt as he pulled back the muffin and took a large bit from it, my jaw nearly dropping on the table.

"Are we friends now?" He said, his mouth stuffed with muffin, still he managed to smirk.

"Uhm nope! More like sworn enemies now! You ate my muffin." I said dramatically, sitting back into my chair while I squeezed my eyes at him. Jackass. I wasn't going to deny that this was fun either way, unsalvageable muffing or not. He brought a certain sense of normality with him and that was something I needed, to not think about the messier parts of my life but just be normal for once.

His face deliberately fell into a pout, the playfulness in his eyes prominent. "Oh come on! There's plenty left of it." He pouted, bringing the muffin closer to me, turning it around in his hand to show me the side that didn't miss a big chunk. As if I can forget the other half is missing.

"No, you already touched it." I let out a loud laugh. "I don't need your germs." I stuck out my tongue at him and it instantly made him laugh.

"Relax, this one's mine." Zach shook his head, putting the muffin down on a napkin before diving into the bag again. His hand reappeared with another muffin in it. "Here, don't want you to catch my germs." He stuck his tongue out at me now while widening his eyes.

I couldn only be happy to see a fully intact muffin between us, as he held it up like he did with the first one. "Thought you said muffins didn't count as lunch?" I pulled up an eyebrow at him.

"Not for lunch but they are a nice dessert." He winked at me as a chuckle left his lips while a sudden ray of sun collided with the side of his face and I suddenly lost all my arguments on how muffins do make for a delicious lunch. He held the muffin out for me to grab it so I did. I grabbed the muffin, my hand lacing over his as there was no other way, however I kept staring at his face as it was lit up by the sun. He didn't let go of the muffin, instead he held on to it, my hand touching his longer than healthy. "Friends? Misses Muffin..." He said softly and apologetic, pulling me out of a serious case of tunnel vision.

"Yeah. You're alright." I shook my head, grabbing the muffin from his hand as soon as he let go.

"Just alright? Auwtch Rudolph, you're hurting my feelings." He grabbed his chest as if he got stabbed.

"Sorry, my mind can't comprehend the muffins aren't lunch stuff you just said." I said mimicking his voice. "I don't know if we'll ever overcome this though." I laughed while his hand dived into the paper bag again.

"That's a shame, because I made this sandwich specially for you." He stuck out his bottom lip, giving me another adorable pouty face while handing me the sandwich.

"Aaaww." I chuckled. "You're trying to bribe me with food." I smirked at him and his pouty face turned into a face wide grin.

"Is it working?" The corners of his mouth tugged up, the look in his eyes laced with mischief.

"Food always works." I smiled, happily grabbing the sandwich. "I'm so weak." I laughed at myself for willingly losing an argument over some bread and cheese.

"Not at all." Zach whispered under his breath and it was barely audible, but I managed to hear, leaving me speechless on what to say in return. He took out his own sandwich and we both sat back in our chair, enjoying our lunch. "So Bella, I was wondering. What do you want to do when you finish school?" He tilted his head to the side as he pushed a hand through his caramel hair.

I was taken aback by his question, because I didn't know if I could give him an answer. "I don't know yet. I'm trying to see what interests me more but as for now the only thing I do know is that I will never ever get into politics. I have this one class about it and it's so freaking boring. Also, politics to me is all about telling a story that people can relate to, but that only counts for general opinions. The little voices usually are forgotten and that's a shame. An entire system that's at fault can't be saved by electing a public opinion, they need the forgotten smaller voices to know what's wrong with it in the first place because that's usually where it flaws." I explained before taking a bite from my sandwich, Zach looking at me with an astound look on his face.

"For a subject you find boring, you're quite convincing." Zach laughed, leaning forward, both his elbows resting on the table.

"I used to be one of the little voices." I said confidently because it was true, and his face fell knowing exactly what I meant by that. I was being abused, nobody to stand up for me because I decided to stay quiet about it. As if it was easy to tell someone, to come forward and risk losing everything, going into an even faultier system of foster homes. Zach half smiled to himself diverting his gaze to his hands, not knowing what to say. "Hey." I made him look up again with my whisper. "Don't feel bad for me." I whispered again, earning another half-smile.

"I just don't know how you can still be genuinely nice and funny and...just you...after what you went through." He sighed, sitting back as his hand went through his hair again.

"Because it's the only thing they couldn't take away from me, which was on the inside." I chuckled, when I realized what I had said, it was true, and I never thought about it that way. I stayed true to myself, because I was strong, letting them break down the door whiteout handing them a key to the most important part of me, which is who I am and what I stand for. Realizing this felt like an entire now beginning to me, like I was able to let go of all my fears at once. No matter what happens they will never change me. "Thank you." I whispered as I shook my head back to reality, back to Zach with an expression on his face I couldn't place.

"Why, I didn't do anything." He shrugged his shoulders with a smirk lingering on his lips.

I shook my head before looking out of the window, like I was free of worry, really free. Like my brain had flipped the switch. "No, you actually..." I whispered facing him again. "Did a lot." I smiled, inner happiness filling my thoughts. "More than you know." I chuckled before taking another bite form my sandwich. We finished eating while talking and laughing about random stuff, casually sipping coffee.

During lunch I asked him about his sisters and the way he talked about them had me wishing I had siblings. Part of me always missed that, it just felt like something was missing from our family, if you could even call it that. He loved his sisters and would do anything for then, and that kind of sparked my admiration for him a little.

The afternoon shift was kind of chill, only desperate coffee addicts and people studying themselves to death drink coffee in the afternoon, so it wasn't too busy. That gave me the opportunity to get to know Zach better as conversations just came naturally. Zach was on the football team, another choice his parents made for him, which to me isn't fair at all. "Why don't you just tell them you want to do your own thing? You don't even seem to like football..." I shrugged my shoulders, cleaning the counter with a cloth as we were almost closing.

"Because I feel like I owe it to them. They have done so much for me. Don't get me wrong I used to like plating football, until it became an obligation. Plus, most of the guys on the team are complete jerks..." He shrugged his shoulders as he was stacking some napkins.

"Jerks you hang out with at your frat house and drink beer with." I blinked at him, remembering from that time I went over there to yell at Drew.

"Because they live there. They buy beer and I drink it, so I won't roll my eyes at everything they say." He let out a laugh. "Being drunk kind of pushes away all my rational thoughts."