Don't you dare cry over them Bella! Why? Why did I tell him! He's going to ask too many questions for my drunk mind to handle. Idiot! Why can't I keep one little secret from him, why? I don't like to swear but fuck! What do I do now? My mind was racing as I took the stairs to his apartment.

Why am I even at his apartment? He just should have brought me home. No, not after kissing me like that... I want to be with him, but my blabbering mouth had to make things complicated. I'm so confused and okay, now I'm officially crying. I thought as the tears spilled down my cheeks and I didn't even have a sleeve to wipe them away with.

I reached the door of Lukas's apartment and felt like my effort to escape the car was a bit too much for my drunk ass as I got dizzy the moment I stopped running. Out of breath I leaned my back against the door and I'm pretty sure it was the only thing keeping me from faceplanting the floor.

Damn I'm never drinking again; alcohol has ruined my life and now I'm ruining it first handed. But what does a promise mean if it's empty, lacking meaning, yet filled with unpredictable elements. I can make promises all I want but maybe there's no escaping the damage my parents already have done. The thought of maybe becoming addicts like my parents made me sob even harden. Stupid! One time doesn't make you an addict. And I knew that but still, it felt like the bottle was calling my name as soon as Olivia asked me to finish it. Like I wanted more, like I needed it.

My heartbeat quickened and my face heated up when I heard Lukas running down the hall, his footsteps louder by the second. I looked up through my eyelashes to see his worrying eyes observing my body as I was leaning against his door, unable to set another foot by myself. The dizziness swallowed me as I stumbled trying to get away from the door.

"Easy there." He said as his arms wrapped around my waist, his fingers gliding over the fabric of my dress which awakened all my senses. His other hand trailed down my arm until our fingers intertwined slowly lifting them towards his neck. Once my hand had found a comfortable spot in his neck, he let go of my hand while pulling me close to him as he took his keys from his pocket.

He opened the door, never letting go of my waist and I decided to put my other arm around his neck as well. Why isn't he asking questions? Why isn't he angry with me for what I just spilled unwillingly? I snuggled my face against his chest, smelling his perfume and it smelled as good as ever as I let the smell take over my bitter thoughts.

He lifted me up slightly, just enough for my feet come away from the floor as he walked us both inside the apartment, closing the door with his foot. Being close to him felt so good, so warm, so complete like it was where I was meant to be even though he can be a jerk sometimes. But he had proven to me multiple times there was an entirely different side to him than he showed most people. His tough, don't mess with me, player attitude was just the tip of the iceberg everyone was seeing, I was seeing the rest of him, the mass hidden underneath a layer if icy water. There was so much more to him and still so much more to discover.

When my feet touched the floor, Lukas pushed me back slightly, just enough so he could look at my face. His grey eyes looked worried, worried about what he had discovered about me but also happy that I was with him, in his arms. I closed my eyes trying to hide their glassiness from the crying. His sweet breath was waving on my face, swallowing me entirely. I felt his thumb wipe away the wet tears on my cheeks and his touch made my entire body tingle. His hand engulfed my cheek and pulled me forward until our foreheads collided in the most gently way possible.

"Please, don't cry." Lukas whispered while pulling me closer to him, my hands tightening at the back of his neck as the words left his full lips. My eyes were still closed, not to fight back tears, but to fully enjoy the sensation of his closeness. Gently but deliberate he brushed his nose against mine, letting it linger on my cheek, his lips so close I made mine tingle to move. His hand trailed up my spine to stop just at the hollow of my neck, his fingers finding their way through my hair. I want to be with him, more than anything.

The entire room was spinning and not only because I was Vodka drunk but because I was drunk with him. His smell filling all my senses, his touch sending shivers down my spine in the best way possible, his voice making the pit of my stomach erupt with butterflies. God, if only I knew what he was thinking right now. The hell with thinking!

The hands in his neck pulled him closer to me, our lips touching and the warmth of his mouth absorbing my being, lost in this moment until he pulled his lips away from mine. I slowly opened my eyes, his dark ones bore into mine, the worry gone, replaced by want and longing.

When I thought it wasn't possible, he pulled me even closer, his hand on my cheek keeping my face in place for him to kiss me back, our lips touching once again. My hands slide down to the collar of his shirt pulling at it passionately while sliding my tongue over his lips. A small groan escaped his lips before letting me in, his mouth parting quickly as both his hands eagerly gripped at my waist causing me to take a few steps backwards.

The room was still spinning, so I had no idea what way we were going but I trusted him not to guide me down a ravine. When a door opened and closed again, I recognized the colors on the wall as I briefly let my eyes wander while his tongue was still vigorously moving against mine, the tingling in my stomach becoming uncontrollable. I want him! I want him so much!

I pulled away from him only to kiss him on the cheek, one lower on his jaw and one even lower until I found the most kissable spot of his body. The line of ink peeking up his shirt. When I let my tongue glide over his piece of art all the way up to his earlobe, he let out a deep moan. He wants me too. It caused me to smile against his skin before starting another kissing attack on his neck.

"Bella stop doing what you're doing, it's driving me insane." He whispered, his hand caressing my hair at the back of my head while his other pulled our lower bodies so close I could feel his excitement. He definitely wants me. I sucked at his skin, just enough not to leave a mark. "Bella, please." He pleaded but his body gave away the hollowness to his words, giving me opposite signs.

"Why Luke?" I whisper, kissing his neck again while my hand trailed to the front of his shirt fidgeting with the top button.

"Because you're drunk Bella." He whispered, his hands grabbing mine stopping me from opening his shirt. He looked at me sincere, he meant it this time. "Stop before I can't stop myself. I won't do this with you while you're drunk. You're going to regret it in the morning." He shook his head at me, disappointed.

"Why would I regret it?" I shake my head, not understanding what he's trying to say. Why would I regret being with him?

"Because you won't remember the best experience of your life. That's a bit of a shame isn't it?" He laughs, trying to put humor I this situation.

"Whoa, you're confident..." I laughed, not feeling rejected at all. Even more, I felt wanted because he won't touch me while I'm drunk. He could easily have had me, but he chose not to. Tip of the iceberg Lukas wouldn't have hesitated, but I was getting all of him, including his patient side.

"Not confident, just aware of my capabilities." He laughed; cockiness layered thick on his words as he sat down on the edge of my bed while he kept his hands on my hips.

"I don't believe you Mister Davis as you won't put your so said capabilities to the test." I said, before biting my lip seductively, glaring at him. He tilted his chin up, looking up at me, longing clearly still present in his dark eyes. He wet his lips and sighed as his eyes took in the sight in front of him. He looks so sexy, and that shirt I just want to take it off, slowly, button by button, working him up. My mind wanders off to a different place as I put my hands on his strong shoulders, feeling every muscle through his shirt. Just take it off please!

"You wouldn't have said that if you weren't drunk, which is exactly the reason that the only thing you" He said, while pointing his fingers at me before he gets up from the bed, taking long strides towards his closet. "are going to do tonight, is sleep." But before he reaches his closet, I pull him back by his hand, my fingers intertwining with his and his skin hot against mine.

"But I don't want to sleep." I whined. "I know I know I'm drunk. Bla bla... you have a reputation Lukas...If I was Olivia you would have thrown me on the bed and fucked me senseless, drunk or not." The words escaping my mouth way too fast and realizing what I said I threw my hands in front of my mouth.

"True." Was all he said while frowning his brows at me. "But Snowflake, you're not Olivia, neither are you like any of the other girls I slept with." He shook his head, the look on his face determined as his thumb caressed my hand.

"Oh yeah that's right. Like that bitch said at least she knows what to do in bed huh... And I don't, is that it? Is that why you won't just have me?" I said crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Bella, I don't care about that. You're not like them for a million other reasons. For one, your big mouth never disappointing me with a snappy comeback." He said after putting his hands on my waist and pecking a small kiss on my cheek. He went back to his messy closet, eagerly looking for something while I stood there in silence trying to get myself together.

My head was still spinning because of the too many shots I had, and I was starting to feel tired, my mind saying adios amigos once every two minutes. Definitely never drinking again. I take a look at the bed and realized this would be my safe haven tonight, I better get myself comfortable. I shift my hands to my back, unzipping the dress and letting it fall into a puddle at my feet. I was left standing in the middle of his room with black lacy underwear.

"What the fuck!" I heard Lukas groan behind me and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw him frozen with his eyes clenched shut. "What are you doing?" He sighed.

"I'm not sleeping in my dress, silly! What are you doing?" I said stepping out of my dress, observing the heap of clothes in his arms as he kept his eyes shut. It looked so adorable it even made me giggle.

"Trying my best not jump your bones. A man can only take so much." He growled, that last under his breath but load enough for me to hear. "I got you something to wear, you could have just changed in the bathroom." He put out his arms for me to grab the clothes.

"Just give me a sec, I'm changing right now, if you just stay like that for a minute, I think you'll survive." I giggle while making out a grey T-shirt from the pile of clothing and Mia's leggings I wore last time, which he strangely kept in his closet. He looked impatient, like he wanted to look at me getting but his willpower commanded him to keep them shut. "You can open your eyes now." I laughed, gently backhanding his chest. He slowly opened his eyes and let them wander over me from head to toe.

"Not helping my case here, you still look hot." He said before making his way to his bathroom, not looking at me again.

"What are you doing?" I said frowning my brows while crossing my arm in front of my chest again.

"Taking a cold fucking shower." He laughed before slamming the bathroom door shut, leaving me alone in the room.

"What? Why would you take a cold shower...oh oooooh. I get it." I mumbled to myself while I let my body fall back against the matrass.

The longer Lukas was in the bathroom the more the ceiling was beginning to spin. The dizziness and the spinning were getting intense and I felt myself get to a very weird place. The first stage of my drunkenness was bravery, when I drank from the bottle. The second stage was clinginess, when I couldn't keep my hand off Lukas, attacking him with kisses. The third one was foolishness, arguing about him not wanting sex with me, basically comparing myself to Olivia and of course undressing myself in front of him. Currently I was in the sickness stage, feeling the contents of my stomach swim upstream like a salmon. Crap!

As soon as Lukas opened the door, appearing in black shorts and a light grey T-shirt, his hair wet, I pulled myself together and I sprinted past him until I relieved my stomach by spilling its contents in the toilet, hurling my guts out. Freaking embarrassing. "I'm never drinking again!" I yelled, tears welling at the corners of my eyes before another wave hit the back of my throat.

"Sssh it's okay." I heard Lukas whisper as I felt his hand caringly stroke my back before his hands made their way to my hair, gently pulling it away from my face as one last dose of vodka found its way back up and into the toilet. At last, I coughed, and no other waves came, much to my relief because this wasn't how I want Lukas to remember me by. "Come here, just sit back a minute." He said pulling me back, letting me melt against his chest as my head fell back in the hollow of his neck.

I was sitting between his legs on the cold tile floor of his bathroom, yet my skin was flaming, not entirely sure whether it was the alcohol or because he was so close to me again. Probably because of him cause I'm pretty sure all the alcohol just got exorcised out of my body! He pushed my hair off my damp forehead, letting his hand linger for a minute while his other hand wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. He can't stay away from me, no matter how hard he tries. I would know, he has that same effect on me.

"Lukas, are you officially hugging me? Is badass, coldhearted, mister steal your girl Lukas, hugging a girl. Someone, call the papers, Lukas is hugging a girl." I teased him like he never hugged me before, but I needed something funny to get my ass out of this awkward post vomit situation.

"Shut up, I'm just keeping you from falling face down in the toilet." He whispered in my ear, his sweet breath blowing through my hair.

"Yeah right... you are so hugging me." I teased again. Stage five, afterdrunk, teasing to make possible witnesses forget your lowest point in life.

"Nope, I'm not." He said, pulling me even closer to him and I could feel his lips curve against the delicate skin behind my ear.

"Yes, you are Luke admit it." I said caressing his forearm around my waist, my fingers trailing over one of his tattoos.

"Miss Isabella, I will deny every allegation you are stating against me. I am not hugging, nor will I ever hug you. I officially on record state I am just trying to save your drunk ass." He laughs but before I knew it, I entered stage six of Isabella being drunk, anger. Let's hope it's a short one.

"Fine, fine then let go of me if you're not hugging me." I said angry trying to wiggle out of his arms. "Will never hug me, my ass." I mutter under my breath as I stand up and walk back to his room, my legs still feeling like cooked noodles.

"What was that?" He said confused, quickly following me. "What have I done now?" He raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air frustrated before one tugged at his wet hair.

"Nothing I'm just drunk, I have never been drunk. I never would have taken those shots, if I knew being drunk meant I had to ride a rollercoaster of emotions. It sucks!" I ranted, my tongue struggling to push out the words at the speed they did. "Do you have an extra toothbrush." Really? That's what you decide to say next. What's wrong with you. I'm so stopping you if you ever try to down a bottle of vodka. My conscious lectured me and I wanted to punch myself in the face.

"Bells, you are truly something else." Lukas chuckled before planting a kiss on my forehead, leaving me while grabbing what I think is a toothbrush from the bathroom. Bells, Bells, What's that? A new nickname.? Well it has a nice ring to it... Omg my conscious did not just make a silly joke about that. I'm so rolling my eyes at myself!

After Lukas returned with a toothbrush, I went to brush my teeth, and gosh did I brush them like I was brushing away my sins. I was almost finished splashing some cold water in my face when I felt a presence behind me. When I got back up, drying my face with a towel I saw Lukas standing behind me in the mirror, his hand nervously going through his hair.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him, worried about what he was going to answer.

"Bells, something has been nagging me ever since you got out of the car, clearly upset. Something about what you said about your parents..?" He whispered like he was almost afraid to ask, tugging at the roots of his hair, his eyes filled with compassion, pity maybe. Oh crap, here they are... the questions I was dreading.

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