Jordan Barrett has the role of Dean Jordan.

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"What did I tell you?" Luke answers for me, growling. I don't even need to look at him, to know what his face looks like right now.

"Okay," I sigh.

"What? Are you crazy? He just hit you for fuck's sake," Luke hisses but I ignore him, inviting Christian inside.

"He's not coming in," Luke crosses his hands on his chest and stands in the middle of the hallway.

I shrug and step outside, signalling Chris to follow me.

"Speak," I say in a low tone, looking into his eyes full of sorrow.

"I'm so sorry I hit you," he sighs

I'm not even mad at him, I guess.

"It's okay," I smile.

"No the fuck it's not," Luke says from behind me.

"Luke I can talk for myself you do know that, right?" I turn around and look at him. He is furious. He looks like as if he's going to kill Chris right now.

"Yeah but obviously you're too stupid to realize he's lying. As if he gives a fuck about you. You're mine and only mine. Only I am allowed to care about you," he hisses.

Did he just call me stupid? I guess Chris really doesn't care about me. If he did he wouldn't have hit me.

"Okay," I say, turning around and going into the house.

I really need a nap. Actually I'll just go to bed. Its 9pm anyways and this day was exhausting. The plane, my mom, cafe and now this. Im honestly mentally and physically tired.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight," I say to Luke. He nods and leaves the house. But now, he actually kissed me on the cheek, before he left. We're making progress.

I take a shower and quickly drift off to sleep, thinking about Luke.

"Good morning beautiful," I wake up to Luke standing beside my bed, looking at me with his chocolate eyes.

"What time is it?"

"It's 1pm," he chuckles, still looking right into my eyes, "and it's Christmas. I couldn't wait any longer to give you my gift, so I woke you up, I'm sorry," he smirks.

I jump out of the bed. Shit. He got me a gift? I didn't get him anything. Ahhh I hate myself. What do I do? Should I tell him that his hasn't arrived yet? Or just tell him the truth? I guess I should tell him the truth.

"Uh..listen, Luke. I didn't know we're gonna spend Christmas together so I didn't get you anything but I promise, I'll get you something," I sigh, but he just winks, "It's okay, beautiful."

I get up and wash my teeth and get dressed.

When I get downstairs, I see Luke playing on the PS4 with my brother. The sight of that makes me smile. I stand there, smiling like an idiot when Luke turns his head around and smirks, "you coming or what?"

I smile and walk up to them, sitting myself down next to Luke.

He stops the game, making my little brother whine. "You ready to check out my gift?" He winks and I nod nervously.

He gets up and walks up to a shelf, where he lifts up a small black box.

He sits next to me, "open it," he smiles, "and merry Christmas."

I slowly open the box. My eyes almost pop out of my sockets.

No way. There's a necklace in it. Made out of black diamonds. Black. Diamonds.

"Wha-" "no, I-I can't take this," I stutter. This is expensive. And when I say expensive, I mean expensive.

"Sure you can. And that's not all," he smiles proudly and takes another box, which was under the Christmas tree.

This one is a lot bigger. I open it and gasp, "It's beautiful," I smile. He bought me a white dress, laced at the top, showing the back and I think it would be to half of my thighs in length.

"But this is too much Luke, I can't take this," I sigh and he looks a bit offended.

"I thought you could wear it on our date. But not tonight. We're going somewhere else tonight and that dress isn't appropriate," he gives me the widest smile.

I'm so embarrassed. He bought me all of this, which cost thousands of dollars and I didn't even get him anything. Even if I did, it would never top this. I don't even have the money to buy him anything near the price he paid for all of this.

I frown, "what's wrong?" He asks me, worried.

"I didn't even get you anything," I whisper.

Justin had left the room by then. Thankfully.

He scoots closer to me, hugging me, "you're my present for tonight. And i couldn't have wished for a better one," he smiles.

I turn my head, facing him. We're just looking at eachother, inches away.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispers, cupping my head in his hand.

My heart starts beating faster, blush appears on my face, and my breathing stops. He leans even closer. Now I can feel his breath on my skin and it feels like the warmest summer breeze. It always smelled of cigarettes. But not anymore. It was just minty, with a bit of lime. And I love that.

"Are you two done? I'm trying to play video games," my little brother whines and I quickly move away from Luke. I guess he came back.

"Don't you have a girlfriend to fuck right now?" Luke snorts and I hit his stomach.

"No. Not yet," Justin smirks and Luke throws his head back, laughing.

What's that supposed to mean? I need to have a talk with him later.

So they played video games for a while and I was watching them and napping a bit.

"Hey, you ready for our date?" Luke's voice wakes me up from my nap, again. But I don't mind. I mean come on, it's Luke.

"Sure," I murmur, rubbing my eyes, "What time is it?" I ask him, still half asleep.

"It's 6pm," he smiles and I nod, getting up.

I drag myself to the bathroom, to get ready. Luke said that I can dress casually, so I put on a sweater and some jeans.

I come to the living room, where Luke is sitting on the couch, "shall we?" I ask Luke and he turns his head around, nodding and standing up.

We get into his car and he turns on his radio, "Bryson Tiller? You have good taste in music," I look at him and he proudly smiles at me.

We got lost a few times because Luke sucks at driving and navigation, but after an hour we finally made it.

"We're going ice skating?" I smile and he nods.

"But I don't know how to," I say shyly and he looks at me, weirdly.

"So you're trying to say, you've never ice skated before?" He's shocked when I nod.

"Then I'll have to teach you," he smiles and takes me to the ring.

"Just hold my hand and try not to fall," he laughs while getting on the ice and waiting for me.

"Easy for you to say," I roll my eyes.

"Oh come on, it's only gonna hurt a little," I shoot him a glare, "I'll catch you," he adds and I stop glaring and try to get on the ice.

I hold on to the fence, while trying to hold myself up. Luke holds me by my hips, "come on," he pulls me a bit, causing me to almost fall.

"Don't rush me," I hiss and he laughs.

I finally let go of the fence and try to grab his arm but I'm too slow, so I fall on the ice, causing Luke to laugh at me. I set my foot under his, making him fall too.

"You little, beautiful, bitch," he says playfully and I throw my head back, laughing.

He gets back up and offers me his hand but I grab the fence and try to lift myself up, but I fail miserably, falling back to the floor.

"Don't be so stubborn and let me help you," he whines.

Why is ice skating so hard?

I roll my eyes and grab his hand. He pulls me up and I almost fall again but he catches me.

He grabs my hand, "you need to do this," he starts moving his feet and he starts moving.

How does he do that?

He pulls me behind him, "now you try," he's still holding my hand while I try to do something and I move back.

"I'm not supposed to go backwards," I whine and he laughs, "Hey, at least you didn't fall again," he snorts and I push him, making him fall. But he's holding my hand and pulling me down with him. I land on his stomach and he's just laughing now.

"You're really dumb, huh?" He says between laughs and I slap his hand.

"Come on," he gets up first, and then pulls me up too.

I try doing the thingy with my feet again and it's actually working now, "Luke I'm doing it! Look at me!," I laugh but fall right after I say that.

"Shit," I say under my breath but Luke is laughing again.

"You're doing great, sweetie," he snorts.

"Just help me get up," I roll my eyes and before I know it, I'm on my feet again.

I try doing it again and it's working. For now. We went a few laps, without me falling and of course I get a little too brave, "I think you can let me go now, I know how to ice skate," I smirk, "Are you sure about that?" Luke asks me and I nod. He lets me go.

I glide my feet on the ice twice and I crash into someone, "shit I'm so sorry," I say but the man just nods, getting up and ice skates away.

"Well that went great huh?" Luke teases and I roll my eyes, but chuckle a bit.

They're playing music and Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing comes on and I smile. I love that song and apparently so does Luke, because he starts dancing a bit, making me laugh.

Now with passion in our eyes

There's no way we could disguise it secretly

So we take each others hand..

It sings when Luke squeezes my hand and pulls me, so now I'm in front of him, his hands on my hips.

"Don't fall, please," he laughs and I join him.

And we were ice skating like that until the song ended.

"I've had enough of ice skating and falling, what about you?" I ask him and he laughs, nodding.

We get out of the ring and put our shoes back on.

"I'm starving," Luke says, his hands on his stomach.

"Let's just go to McDonald's," I suggest and he agrees.

When we're finished, he drives us back home.

We go to my room, talking about me being terrible at ice skating, "I'm not that bad," I defend myself. We lay on the bed.

"Oh trust me, you are," he laughs and I try to jump him, but he catches me and now he's holding my arms, so I'm not able to move anywhere.

"Let me go," I say while moving around, trying to break free.

"Never," he says in a dramatic voice, turning us around, so he's on top.

"What you gonna do now huh?" He asks me in a playful voice.

I gulp and look into his bright brown eyes.

"Because I know what I'll do," he smirks and before I know it, his lips are crashing into mine. He doesn't go slow this time. His kiss is hungry for more and so is he. He starts moving faster and faster, pinning me on the bed. His bulge is growing fast and he's rubbing it against me. He doesn't look like he's stopping and for some weird reason, I don't mind that.

He kisses me under my ear, a moan escaping my lips. I can feel his smirk pressed on my neck. He puts his hand under my shirt, waiting a second if I'll stop him, but I don't so he continues.

He puts my shirt off and starts kissing my right breast, while massaging the left one. I arch my back, so he can unhook my bra.

He does it so easily and then multiple thoughts enter my head.

How many times has he done this?

Does this even mean anything to him?

Do mean anything to him?

Am I just one of the naive girls, Luke Jones has done wrong?

I stop him, "I'm sorry I can't do this," I say and cover myself up.

"For fuck's sake Em, why not?" He groans.

"I-I..." I stutter and then shut up.

"You're thinking about the other girls aren't you?" He sighs and sits on the bed.

"Listen, Em. You're different. You really are. I don't want to fuck you and throw you away. Sure I've done it a lot of times. Way too many times. And I shouldn't have but I don't care about those girls. I care about you and only you. I want you to be only mine. I don't want to share you with anyone. You don't chase after me. I'm the one chasing you. Shit, I don't even think I was ever on a date with someone, before you. Probably not. And trust me I'm not thinking about anyone but you, when we're doing this. I never was. All I can think about is you, the way your lips feel against mine. The way you make me feel when you touch me even the slightest and when I'll be able to see you again. I know I look like a complete asshole sometimes but I just want you for myself," he sighs. Did that really come out of his mouth? I must be dreaming. I'm dreaming. Luke Jones is thinking about me? What? I don't understand. I'm not saying I don't like him or anything..but wow.

I don't say anything. I stand up and hug him, tightly. He relaxes and hugs me back.

"Oh, what are you doing to me, Em?" He sighs and hugs me tighter.

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