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"Wait so Becky was telling the truth?" I asked Luke with a tea in my hand warming me up greatly.

"Yeah it's stupid I know but she was being so clingy this weekend. The only reason we...You know...was because she kept telling me I didn't love her and that I was distracted by other women" I slightly sighed with the hint of a "yep that's my sister" laugh in it.

"I'm sorry Luke I really am but she usually dumps them in a week so you must have been good to her" Luke mumbled something incoherent under his breath which I couldn't make out. Deciding it was time to change the subject I complained about my tea. "Why is my tea still so hot? Aw man" I made a puppy face and blew away the swirling steam coming from the mug.

"Here, pass it to me" I did as Luke asked mostly because I wanted to get on his good side. Not because I liked him just because he seemed like a good guy and all. Well not completely because he's a good guy ok? I guess I do have certain feelings toward him that I can seem to get rid of or confront.

Luke blew away more of the steam and took a sip of tea. He paused for a moment before grinning at me.

"That's fine you big baby" he gently pinched my left cheek like a baby. The sudden contact made my body freeze in place almost like I was afraid to move. He placed the mug on the table and looked at me. No not at me, into my eyes. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. I noticed how when the light shone onto the blue it made a beautiful shine in his eyes. The corner was crinkled up due to his goofy smile. I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. I squeezed my hands into little fists and dug my nails into my palm. I bit my lip before traveling down to look at his. His bottom lip stuck out a little more than the top. Both were plump and a soft pink. My stomach began to do the flips again, putting me through the agony of not getting to kiss him and feeling the weird sensation.

We had no words. The room was silent and even our thoughts were temporarily silent. We just looked at each other properly for the first time.

"We should stop, Luke," I whispered a few inches away from him. My voice was small and timid compared to every other noise on the planet but in a way it made me feel safer.

"Why would I do that princess?" His little pet name for me returned giving my stomach plenty more reason to flip.

"B-because I don't want you to kiss me because you miss Amy..." he licked his lips and looked at his lap like it was the most interesting thing in the world then back up to me.

He slid his thumb over my bottom lip leaving me wanted more. He winked at me before kissing my cheek and leaving the room.

"What? What was... this isn't real?" I suddenly felt dizzy and light headed. The words slipped off my tongue and entered my ears again since there was no one else around to hear...

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Luke stayed the night with us again which I found incredibly awkward considering that evening's previous events. Even though I didn't get the kiss and Luke's only acting like this because he misses Amy I still felt happy because I know he wanted that kiss just as badly as me.

A sudden knock at the door distracted me from my over thinking mind. I opened the door in my extra large T-shirt and underwear, the same as yesterday, however, this wasn't a great choice in clothing for this situation.

"Oh, Luke?" I opened the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside.

"Amy officially broke up with me," Luke spoke after clearing his throat 3 times. I went to open my mouth but couldn't find the correct words.

"Are you upset about it?" I decided to walk over to him who was pacing back and forth like an angry tiger.

"No- which is why I'm panicking"

"Luke that makes no sense"

"I should be upset like every normal person after a break-up- right? But I'm not I just feel guilty."

"Well, maybe you just didn't love her as much as you thought. Sometimes you don't realize you love them till they're gone or the opposite- you love them so much that when you break up you realize you didn't really love them as much"

"Well, that's deep."

"Oh yeah ... I guess."

I awkwardly began to fiddle with my fingers and became invested in how long my fingers were.

"Hey- are you listening?" Luke snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Sorry...daddy" I sarcastically rolled my eyes with a small smile and looking back up. However, Luke's face had dropped dramatically. He looked flustered and uncomfortable. "What?"

"N-nothing just- never mind"

"Wow ok then dad"

"I'm not a dad" he scoffed covering his lower area with his hand, making me suspicious.

"Oh no sorry, you're daddy" Luke's eyes screwed shut. He bit his lip almost in frustration.

"Say that one more time- I dare you"

"Luke why are you acting so weird about the word daddy? It's a joke!" Luke suddenly pushed me slightly back so I was pinned to my bedroom wall.

I gulped and prayed to myself that this wasn't a dream.

"Don't do that, daddy can't play"

"I'm so confused" I chocked out but still awed at the sight of this new side of sweet Luke.

"This wasn't meant to happen Princess" he sighed leaning into my neck while still holding my wrists to the wall. "I have a-a kink"

"You have a what?" I asked with curiosity.

"A kink." He replied shyly

"What the fuck is a kink?" I knotted my eyebrows together waiting for an answer to leave the boy's lips.

"Oh princess...you're so innocent" his answer struck me like lightening making my eyes grow wide.

"It pretty much means I enjoy it when people call me daddy in bed- got that cupcake?" His face was so close to mine I could just kiss him and get it done with. I wanted to, I needed to. I needed to get it finished but before I had the chance Luke began to kiss down my neck ever so lightly.

"Call Me my name" he demanded.

"D-daddy" I spoke in a hushed tone still unfamiliar with the new way of using the word.

"Don't stutter princess, be confident"

"Daddy" his kisses slowly became rougher the further he got down my neck. He did it just like in my fantasy.

He came to a halt and came back to eye level.

"Luke what are you-"

"Daddy"

"Right, daddy what are you doing?"

"Always leave them wanting more babe" he winked at me and left my room.

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After I did a further body search I found bruises where Luke had decided to give me love bites. I reminded myself to thoroughly cover them up in the morning before I go anywhere.

The word spun around my head. Came to my mouth. Came into my thoughts. '' I still don't fully understand it but what I sort of got, with the help of Google, is that it's basically a fetish in bed that wouldn't be socially acceptable e.g.. calling Luke 'daddy' in public wouldn't be OK.

What have I gotten myself into now?