"Give your heart and soul to charity

'Cause the rest of you

The best of you

Honey, belongs to me

Ain't you my baby? ain't you my baby?

Nothing fucks with my baby

Nothing can get a look in on my baby

Nothing fucks with my baby

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing"

✰

Arlo's head is spinning as Luke helps her slide her arms into a familiar leather jacket. Let's get the fuck out of here. The words are echoing through her mind on repeat as Luke laces their hands together before quickly walking down the hall.

She doesn't know where they're going when Luke turns down an unfamiliar hall, but she doesn't really care. It felt so right to be with him again, even if he did consider this a one night stand. Of course, his words back in the dressing room stung to think about, but at least she could have this part of him.

Her eyes briefly catch a sign pointing to a valet entrance before Luke pushes right past the heavy metal door and takes care to slow down once they reach a small flight of stairs. "You okay?" He asks, surprising her

The heels of Arlo's shoes tap against the concrete stairs, echoing dauntingly as the sound pairs with his ragged breathing. "Yeah." She says breathlessly. "You?"

Luke allows the ghost of a smirk to cross his lips as they reach the bottom of the stairs. "Better than I've been in a long damn time." He says lowly, before tugging her along into what looks to be a garage.

There's a sleek red convertible parked in the back of the small garage and Luke wastes no time in making his way over to it. Arlo's brows furrow in confusion at the unfamiliar car, especially when Luke grabs a set of keys from the valet worker and rounds the side of the car.

Her eyes wander over the expensive-looking car and she can't help but appreciate it even though Arlo didn't know a single thing about cars. Really, she just loved the vintage vibe the vehicle had to it. The car looked like it belonged on the PCH highway with the Beatles playing loudly from the speakers.

"You like my car, sweetheart?" Luke grins, leaning in so close that their chests brush as he reaches for the passenger door and pops it open for her to climb inside.

Arlo does so on autopilot, her lips parted as she takes in his words. "This is yours?"

The Luke she knew- the Luke that she would always consider her own- was still living in a bookstore. He slept on a mattress haphazardly placed on the floor of the storage room and lived off of tea and cheap packs of noodles.

Luke merely sends her a knowing wink, a certain spark in his blue eyes as he shuts the passenger door and quickly makes his way to the driver's side before climbing in. Arlo finds it almost incomprehensible how fast Luke manages to shift the car into reverse and race through the underground parking garage.

Dim warmly colored lights reflect onto the shiny red paint of the hood of the car and illuminate Luke's figure unfairly well as the parking garage ramp leads to the outside city. The engine of the car roars loudly as Luke turns out onto the streets of New York with his girl practically shaking in anticipation beside him.

Arlo can't help the sense of nostalgia that runs through her as they drive through the city passing the same streets they used to walk together when they were teenagers who knew no idea how painful heartbreak could be.

The further they get down the street, it quickly becomes clear that Luke was driving in the opposite direction of the hotel. "Luke?"

Considering he was currently passing a car and navigating the busy traffic, Luke doesn't take his eyes off of the road, but he does take his free hand off of the gear shift and rest it on her bare thigh. "Hm?"

Arlo's throat feels tight at the simple action and his touch feels red-hot against the goosebumps rising on her thighs. "Where are we going? The hotel is the other way."

Luke takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he comes to a red light, the florescent color drenching both of them in crimson, though his blue eyes still shine bright. "I started renting an apartment downtown about a year ago." He says right as the light turns green. "It's over by the record label building. It was convenient considering we were here more than LA at the time."

"Oh." Arlo nods, swallowing thickly. She hadn't stepped foot into the record label's New York location since that day in James's office and she secretly hoped they wouldn't drive past it.

Luke seems to be debating something internally, his teeth toying with his bottom lip the way he used to when a little black hoop was there. "You don't have to stay the night at the hotel if you don't want to." He flashes his eyes over to her quickly before averting them back to the road. "I've never had anyone spend the night at the apartment before, so you can be the first."

"Not even Ashton?" Arlo grins, her cheeks flushing as Luke's thumb begins to draw small circles against the skin of her thigh. His hand was traveling higher and higher and it was making her heart race.

"He's not anywhere near as pretty as you." Luke grins, the tip of his tongue poking through his teeth as he watches how she reacts to his words. Luke didn't even think she realized it, but the higher his hand went on her thigh, the more she was subtly spreading her legs for him.

It was fucking intoxicating.

By the time the red car pulls up to the towering apartment building, Luke is nearly ready to go insane and Arlo isn't far behind. She doesn't even have time to appreciate how nice the modern-style building was as Luke drags her through yet another parking garage.

She's focusing on catching her breath as Luke presses the button of the elevator, a strained groan leaving his lips as the numbers displayed on top show that the elevator car was stopped on the fifteenth floor.

Arlo has just begun to breathe normally again when Luke's hands find her waist and in a split second, her back connects with the wall beside the elevator. She doesn't even have time to gasp, for Luke's lips are on hers in an instant, muffling any sounds before they had a chance to leave.

Luke's body presses her own into the wall, her back arching in a way that causes her chest to brush against his own, causing a hitched breath to leave his lips as he feels every inch of her. He braces a hand on the concrete wall behind her, using the stinging feeling of the rough surface against his skin to ground him.

Arlo's arms loop around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer and the feeling of her nails skimming against the base of his neck as they tangle in his curls is enough to send a shiver down his spine. That rollercoaster drop feeling settles in his stomach and he kisses her harder, chasing the high it gives him.

It felt undeniably good to have her in his arms again and he wasn't willing to let go. Not if he had a say.

"Luke." She mumbles against his lips, the words muffled as he kisses her desperately. The dinging of the elevator as it descends floors is the only sound in the parking garage beside the bated breathing leaving their lips.

The elevator opens, luckily being free of any other passengers and Luke quickly pulls her inside and messily presses the button for the twenty-third floor. "Yes, baby?" He asks lowly, his leg slotted between her parted thighs and allowing him to be impossibly closer to her as he backs Arlo against the metal walls of the elevator.

A shiver goes down her spine and he notices, reveling in the slight shake of her body as he attaches his lips to her neck. She responds instantly, a strained whimper leaving her lips. "What if someone saw that?" Arlo asks breathlessly.

"Don't give a fuck." Luke mutters simply, his lips far too occupied in marking her skin the way he'd been begging to for days now.

If there was one thing that Luke regretted about their past relationship, it was that he never showed her off the way he should have. He let the management convince him to treat Arlo like she was a fucking secret, when that couldn't be less of the truth. As much as he wanted to protect her from the world, he also wanted everyone to know that she was his- or that she used to be.

But, Arlo's mind is in a completely different place.

As hard as she tried to ignore Luke's existence for the last three years, she did have social media and his face had even appeared on magazines so it was virtually impossible to do so. She'd seen pictures of him leaving clubs with models or blurry photos of girls sneaking into his LA house.

If their picture had just been taken, Arlo didn't want to be reduced to a hookup. Even if that was all that Luke saw this as, she liked to believe she was worth more to him than some girl he met in a club or texted for a quick fuck.

The movement of Arlo's lips had faltered for a mere second and Luke notices instantly, causing him to pull away. "What's wrong?" His eyes are narrowed in concern and his pink lips are already beginning to swell from the nature in which he kissed her.

Arlo's heart is steadily rising in her throat as a million different emotions swirl through her mind. She was drowning in the anticipation of what would happen as soon as they reached Luke's apartment but other questions were still in the back of her mind.

Arlo's brown eyes shine with nervousness as she looks up at him, their faces only inches apart as his hand drops down to her waist, resting comfortingly against the curve of her figure. "I know I'm in no place to ask questions-"

"Don't say that." Luke cuts her off sternly, his eyes narrowed, though she recognizes the look. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was mad at her. But Arlo knew him well enough to know that he wasn't upset with her, he just cared deeply for the subject at hand.

"This." His eyes flick between the two of them. "This isn't one-sided." Luke's fingertips practically burn through the thin material of her shirt as his fingers gently begin wandering the area in a soothing motion. "If you want something or need to get something off your chest, you know you can always tell me."

Just as the words leave his lips, the elevator opens, depositing them onto the twenty-third floor. Luke doesn't give her a chance to so much as react before he's tugging them quickly down the hall. His apartment is one of the first on the floor.

Arlo's chest is heaving with anticipation as Luke stops in front of room 2304 and fishes his phone out of his pocket. She watches as he frantically swipes through his phone, looking for a certain app before holding his phone screen up to the panel on the door handle.

A daunting clicking sound echoes through the room and before Arlo even knows what's happening, she's being tugged inside the apartment. The door slams closed but Luke doesn't seem to care as he throws his phone and wallet onto the small table in the entryway before his hands find her waist.

A rush of air leaves her lips as her front connects with his own, his hands urging her impossibly closer. His lips find hers again, desperate and heated in nature. Though, he pauses to look down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. "Still okay? I can see somethin' else is going on in that mind of yours."

Arlo looks away nervously because he was exactly right. Although, as soon as she looks away his calloused fingertips hook under her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his own. "Talk to me, Lo." Luke practically pleads.

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she attempts to catch her breath. "I don't want to be a one night stand." Arlo confesses.

Luke stills and his brows furrow but his expression somehow remains unreadable, only heightening her nerves. "Is that what you think this is?"

Arlo shrugs nervously, her hands unconsciously fisting the fabric of his silk shirt in her hands. "I dunno." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke sets his jaw, his blue eyes flashing with so much intensity that Arlo can't tell what he's thinking. He looked sort of pissed, if she was being honest. "I don't want anybody else and I don't think you do either. You and me, that's all that matters."

That's all he says before his lips are on hers again, more feverish this time. Arlo's mind is reeling and every nerve in her body feels like it's been set alight as Luke boldly reaches for the hem of her shirt, looking to her for confirmation before stripping the fabric over her head.

"Fuck, Lo." Luke curses under his breath, his eyes scanning every inch of her newly exposed skin as he blindly walks them backward into the sitting area of the apartment.

A whimper leaves Arlo's lips at the sight of him looking down at her so intensely, his hands beginning to palm the lace covering her chest. There's nothing but the city flights flooding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment to illuminate the room and she's utterly obsessed with how he looks in the dim light.

"How do you want me, sweetheart?" Luke asks almost tauntingly, as he leans down until his lips brush her ear, sending a chill down her spine. His free hand travels around to her back, instantly finding the zipper of her skirt. He pulls it down teasingly slow, but makes no move to shed her body of the fabric.

Arlo arches her body into his own, practically begging for any contact she can get. She was face to face with his chest, her eyes struggling on whether to focus on his pretty blue eyes or the sliver of his chest left exposed by his shirt.

Luke's hands leave her as he catches sight of where her eyes are focused, beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt torturously slow while a lazy smirk sits on his face. "Tell me, baby." He begins lowly. "You want my fingers? You want my mouth?"

Arlo swallows thickly as his shirt drops to the ground and his hands find her again, his palm pressing against the bottom of her spine to press her flush against him. He shifts forward, just enough for her to feel him pressing prominently against her abdomen, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"You want my cock, Arlo? Tell me, baby, and I'll give you whatever you want."

A shaky breath leaves her lips, her head spinning as Luke's words send a wave of heat straight to her stomach. Despite how utterly weak her knees feel, she pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Luke groans into her mouth, his hands sliding her skirt off her of her body and leaving her in nothing but a lace set that he would no doubt be revisiting in his dreams.

She only lets her lips find his for a few teasing moments before she pulls away just enough to whisper in his ear. "Want you to use my mouth."

Luke's entire body stills at her words- words that he never expected to hear from his girl's mouth. Hell, he knew Arlo had matured in the last three years, as had he, but the last he checked she was a fucking angel.

Albeit, she was still his angel- she just seemed to have a dirty fucking mouth on her now. Somehow, that made her all the more tempting.

"Yeah?" Luke asks lowly, his hand cupping her jaw as he lets his thumb drag across her bottom lip. "Get on your fuckin' knees then."

It's almost embarrassing how fast Arlo obeys. Though, the look on his face as she sinks to her knees in front of him with nothing but a few flimsy pieces of lace and the heels she'd worn to the show still on her feet, Arlo can't help the satisfaction that runs through her veins.

Although Arlo just really enjoyed making Luke feel good, there was also an ulterior motive behind her actions. She wanted to apologize to him for everything, but she knew the words wouldn't even have a chance to leave her lips before he'd shut her down. Luke always appreciated actions more than words and well, this little token of her appreciation was a mere step in the direction of her apology.

The muscles in Luke's stomach contract as she shyly reaches for his belt. Arlo had really only done this sort of thing once back in that hot tub and that was three years ago so she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.

Almost as if Luke could pick up on this, his hand tangles soothingly in her hair, not rushing her in the slightest as he allows her to work at his belt. "You're so fuckin' pretty on your knees like this, Lo." He says lowly. "You're a fuckin' dream. Don't know how I got so goddamn lucky."

Arlo's lips part at his words, her fingers finally managing to undo his belt and he decides to assist her, his own hands popping open the button of his leather pants. When Arlo finally tugs his jeans and boxers down, a strained groan leaves his lips.

"Fuckin' hell." Luke curses, flexing his jaw. It felt like he'd been hard for hours- ever since that moment in the dressing room before the show and he was trying really hard to maintain his composure.

Arlo's tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks up at Luke with wide brown eyes before taking him in her hand. His hips jerk forward instantly at the sensation, his hand tightening its grip on her dark hair.

Arlo's chest heaves and she resists the urge to squeeze her thighs together as a low groan leaves Luke's lips when she boldly takes him in her mouth. "Shit." He curses, his jaw falling slack as her tongue begins to work against him.

He lets her get used to the size of him for a few moments, but his composure was slipping far too fast. "Fuck." He says lowly. "You ready for me, Lo?"

She nods, pulling her mouth away from him, her lips already swollen and her eyes glassy. Arlo looks so fucking good that Luke nearly throws all caution to the wind and bends her over the expensive couch behind her. But, this was something he'd been wanting to do to her forever.

"Put your hand on my thigh." Luke instructs lowly, humming in contentment when Arlo rests her small hand on the back of his thigh immediately. "If it gets too much, tap me and I'll stop. No pressure, you hear me?" He asks, his free hand cupping her jaw.

She blinks up at him in almost a daze, nothing but lust in her brown eyes. "Yes, Luke."

"Fuck." He groans, the sound of his name falling from her lips almost too much. Luke doesn't waste any more time, his thumb encouraging her lips to part as he slowly pushes himself into her open mouth.

He goes slow, clenching his jaw painfully tight in order to ground himself as she takes him. "This fuckin' mouth, Arlo." Luke nearly whimpers, already feeling lightheaded from the sight in front of him.

Once he's sure she's okay, he begins thrusting into her mouth, low moans leaving his lips at the feeling. Luke had done this more times than he can count, but this felt different- he'd forgotten how different things felt when they were with her.

"So, goddamn good, baby." Luke praises lowly, his hand brushing her hair out of her face as he begins picking up his pace. She was taking him further with every thrust and it was driving him to the brink of insanity.

He could feel her throat contract around him impossibly tight and he wished more than anything that he had her laid out on his bed with her head of pretty dark hair hanging off of the edge so he could wrap his hand around her throat and feel it for himself.

But, just because he couldn't feel it didn't mean she couldn't.