Reign's POV.

It's 8PM, people haven't left because it's been raining for hours. I don't even think anyone was planning on driving home drunk anyway so I guess we're all spending the night.

And It's not like my Mom will care or even notice.

I locked myself in the room Luke opened earlier, I can hear loud noises coming from downstairs, they're probably playing some stupid game and drinking while at it.

Lightening flashes outside the bedroom window and I hitch my breath, as always.

I'm so sick of this stupid phobia.

My phone vibrates on the bed beside me, I pick it up with a sigh because I know it's Ari.

"Why am I looking for you?"

It's from Luke.

I widen my eyes at the screen, almost asking myself how I have his number and where he got mine but then I remember that we're both in that stupid group chat that Ariana made two years ago.

"Gee, Richardson, are you saying you miss me?"

"Maybe. D u lv?"

"Use your words."

"Are you still here?"

"Upstairs, bring a cold beer or don't show your face."

His reply doesn't come so I toss the device beside me, sitting up and staring at the door.

Why do I feel so nervous?

Probably because he literally suggested to be your 'fuck buddy' and you said you'd 'think about it.'

Fuck, why did I say that?

A knock makes my pulse quicken, I literally slap myself in the face, telling myself to get it together.

He opens the door, peeking his head in first.

"Permission to enter?" He asks.

"You drunk, Richardson?" I ask.

"I texted you for the first time in my life so yeah, I am drunk." He let's himself inside the room, closing the door and leaning against it.

No shirt, no shoes, no belt, just dark jeans and messy brown hair. His jeans are hanging low around his waist, giving me a very delightful sight of that V and his lean toned waist.

If I die before I wake, I pray to God my soul to take.

My Dad always told me to repeat those words everytime a sinful thought came to my mind, not just before sleep.

I think I just had a very fucked up sinful thought while staring at Luke.

I look at anything other than him.

"What's wrong?" He questions.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" I grip the back of my neck, looking down at my lap.

"You're not telling me to fuck off or commenting on my shirtlessness."

"I can't tell you to fuck off because this is literally your house and your shirtlessness might be the only thing I like about you." I shift, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, so you're in that kind of mood," I hear the smile in his tone.

"What kind of mood?" I ask, finally looking at him, he slightly shakes his head, looking down at the floor.

Silence.

"Tell me to go," He breaks the silence.

"Why?" I let out a nervous laugh.

"Because I'm gonna try to do something stupid if I stay," He half laughs, I swallow, my body aching over the idea of him touching me.

"Why do you want to kiss me so bad?" I ask even though he had already explained it to me.

"You're like this beautiful chaos that I wanna be a part of," He gives the weirdest response that kinda makes me wanna time jump.

"Wow, you think I'm chaotic?" I arch a brow.

"No, not like that. I really said it as a compliment." He's now walking towards me.

"Didn't sound like a compliment but okay." I look to the window.

"Truth or dare?" He sits down in front of me on the bed.

"What?" I narrow my eyes at him in confusion.

"Truth or dare?" He repeats himself.

This is probably him trying to dare his way into kissing me again.

"Truth." I heave a sigh.

"Why do you push everyone away?" He asks, the question catches me off guard.

Why do I push everyone away? I ask myself the same question in my head.

I know the answer to that question, it's always sitting on top of my head but the real question is, do I want him to know the answer to that question?

What exactly would I lose if I were to be a little honest with someone else? Plus, he asked.

No one ever asks.

"Because I like people easily, I get easily attached and I always get disappointed because they never stay, they always leave," I answer honestly with ease like it's no secret.

"Always?" He asks, raising his brows.

"Always." I emphasize.

"Okay. Understandable." He says. I'm just glad it wasn't some kind of a pitiful response.

"Truth or dare?" I ask him in order to make this situation less of anything serious.

"Dare." He smiles.

"I dare you to make me believe that not everyone will leave, that someone will stay, eventually."

"Okay." He says in a serious tone, putting on a promising face.

"Okay? Dude, it was a joke," I laugh.

"No, I'll do it," He objects.

"Okay, fine, whatever. I'm done with this conversation now fuck off, will you?" I wave him off.

"There she is," he grins, I find myself grinning back.

I've only heard and seen sexual tension on TV but man, now I know what it feels like and tell you what, It's nothing good, just pure torture.

The silence is comfortable but so full of unspoken words.

He brings his hand to the side of my face, his thumb grazing over my lips, the same way he had done in his car the other day.

"You have a very beautiful smile." His voice sounds hoarse and hot and sexy and goddamn it! What am I saying? The dude's drunk.

"Let's have sex." I blurt out.

"Not in the mood for your games right now," He drops his hand to the side of my neck, gliding his fingers into my hair, attentively watching what his hand is doing.

I cease his hand, making him look at me.

"I'm not gaming you," I whisper, he studies my face.

"You're serious?" He asks.

"Dead serious." I mutter.

"Fuck, okay," He pulls me in while leaning over to kiss me, I gently push his chest.

"No." I shake my head out of his grip.

"What do you mean no?" He sounds confused.

"No kissing." I declare.

"The fuck do you mean by that?" He chuckles, staring at me.

"I mean no kissing, it's not a fucking metaphor."

"You do know how sex works right?"

"Yeah, kissing has nothing to do with it."

"I'm not fucking you without kissing you," He shakes his head, sounding determined.

"Looks like you're not fucking me at all," I respond. He releases a scoff of disbelief, staring into my eyes.

He stands, ready to leave.

I avoid looking at him as I shift to get inside the sheets and sleep it off.

After getting comfortable in his sister's comforter, I pick up my phone and I start fake texting because he's still here, standing over me and staring at me like a creep.

I press my phone against my chest, looking up at him.

"Dude, leave, you're creeping me out," I tell him.

He sighs, "Scoot over."

I hesitate at first but I move eventually, leaving room for him.

He joins me, leaving space between us and staring at the ceiling.

Weird guy.

"Has someone given you a proper orgasm at least?" He asks randomly.

"Ah, Jesus, get out," I cover my face with my hands.

"Have they?" He pulls my hands away from my eyes, "Honestly though," he insists.

I turn to look at him, first of all, damn him for being so prettier up close and secondly, it looks like he really wants to know.

Fuck my life.

Rule number three: Never tell a guy about your orgasm history, they'll use it against you at some point.

"All the orgasms I've had, I've given them myself and I'm more than okay with that because guys are just that selfish," Another honest response I've given this guy tonight. "Go ahead, judge. laugh then fuck off."

"I know twenty something year olds who are still virgins, I'm not going to judge and laugh at you just because you've never had an orgasm."

"I have, did you miss the part where I said that-"

"Yeah but those don't count," He cuts me off, placing his palm on the side of my face, his thumb brushing my chin as he stares down at me. "What you need is for someone else to kiss you hard or soft, caress your body till you beg for it, lick you till you moan loud enough to wake the neighbors and fuck you so hard you squirm and scream when you cum."

His words make me flutter my eyes.

"You have a dirty mouth on you," I narrow my eyes at him.

"Thanks," He stares at me with lust, leaning towards my face.

Shit.

This time I don't resist because I feel... defeated. I force myself to just turn away and stare at the ceiling, his forehead meets the side of my head, he let's out a shaky breath and it ignites my whole body.

He runs the tip of his nose along my left cheek, his hand traveling down to my stomach, toying with the chain around my stomach.

He pecks the corner of my mouth, a small peck that leaves me wanting more. I hate that I want more.

I feel my own breath increasing, my body heating up everywhere, my heartbeat rising with every beat and I feel like I wanna vomit out all these emotions inside me.

"I don't think I've ever wanted to have someone this bad," he whispers against my cheek.

Fuck it.

Letting loose and letting things play out in one moment is one of the best feelings in the whole world.

With that, I let loose.

I turn to my side, placing my hand on his warm hard chest, I let my hand slide down his chest.

He's so muscular and hard and he feels so good to touch.

"Should I do it now?" His hand grips my hip through the material of my denim shorts, "kiss you, I mean."

"No." My tone betrays me and my eyes are closed which tells me that I'm feeling every moment of whatever the fuck is happening.

"Are you sure?" His strong hand grips the hem of my shorts so rough it makes me gasp.

I open my eyes and our gazes meet glancingly, I move closer to his mouth, anticipating what's about to happen.

"Reign?!" The door busts open.

"Oh shit." I lift the sheets over my head.

"Luke?" Ariana asks, sounding a little confused.

"The fuck? Man?" He whines.

"Who's that?" She asks which means she didn't see me.

"None of your goddamn business, get out!"

"Have you seen Reign?" She asks in a lazy tone.

"No," He lies, I cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

"You sure you didn't say anything mean to her that might have gotten her mad and made her want to hide from everyone else?" She questions.

"Nope, haven't talked to her all night." He says.

"We gotta look for her." She tells him.

"We? Why are you involving me? I'm busy."

"Busy doing what, Luke, Let's not abuse the word busy." She sighs.

"I'm busy trying to break shells, Ariana, please go away."

"I thought you said you didn't sleep with virgins," She points out.

"There's a first time for everything, go!"

"Luke, I don't have time for this stupidity, let's go look for Rei," She demands in that tone that gets everyone scared and moving their asses at her command.

"Fuck." He sounds defeated then he ducks his head in and meets me underneath the covers. "I'm gonna go look for you but don't lock the door." He warns in a soft whispers.

"Luke!" She shouts.

He mumbles something underneath his tone, slipping out of bed.

"You're such a cock blocker, Ariana, you know that?" He says as they exit the bedroom.

I toss the comforter from my face, gasping for air as I stare at the ceiling.

After all that, there's just no way Luke and I are not going there.

"I'm definitely locking the door," I say to myself.