Reign's POV.

I did go on that date with Hunter on Sunday.

He took me to that sushi restaurant by Hallcreek river and we ate while he rambled about all kinds of stuff. Hunter likes to talk about himself and the things that happen in his life, it's kind of annoying.

I spend the entire night thinking about other things and he doesn't even seem to notice.

He drives me home and talks about how he and I can't work as a couple.

The fuck?

I friend zoned you first, bitch, shut up.

He pulls up in my driveway and he smiles at me.

"This was nice, we should do it again sometime." He points his index finger between us.

Never again.

"Sure, why not?" I fake smile at him.

He doesn't respond, he just stares at me in silence.

That's how I know that he's probably thinking about kissing me.

Nope, not gonna happen.

I quickly open the car door and slip out of the car, "Okay, bye!" I shut the door, hurrying to my house.

I enter the house and it's dark and silent, I quietly make my way to my room.

I kick my door open, lazy walking inside and throwing myself on my bed.

Why did I go on that date in the first place?

Dates are for desperate and cheesy people.

I'm not desperate.

I think I was expecting that date to be something fun like in the movies but it wasn't fun at all, I couldn't stop thinking about my bed or what my friends were up to tonight.

But...

What if the date was just okay and I'm just exaggerating things because I'm the freaking problem. I'm the normie in this scenario.

A creek sound from my window cuts off my thoughts, I sit up as someone slides my window open.

Probably Mason, he always stops by when he can't sleep.

He lands inside my bedroom and rests his hands on his hips, catching his breath.

It's not Mason, it's Luke.

He's in a black tank top, basketball shorts and runners. He's breathing heavily and his hair is damp.

Did he run here?

"Get out of my room." My tone betrays me, I meant to shout those words.

"Oh, yeah, my night was great, thanks for asking." He sounds breathy.

"No, seriously, I don't wanna look at your face, get out of my room." I whisper shout, pointing to my window.

"And why's that?" He narrows his eyes at me.

"Because you're an asshole and I can't believe I....."

"You can't believe you what?" He challenges as though he knows exactly what I want to say but he wants to hear me say it anyway.

"I can't believe I got involved with.. you.. like.. that." I stammer, standing up and crossing my arms over my chest, keeping a straight face.

He slowly ambles towards me, not breaking eye contact.

I drop my hands on my sides then I interlock my fingers behind me.

He gets in my personal space and searches my eyes.

"Liar." He mutters, dropping his gaze to my mouth.

I gulp.

I hate him so much sometimes.

"No, I shouldn't have-"

"Oh give me a break, Reign, you were just as horny and let's not pretend like you weren't the one who was being a total bitch right afterwards," He says.

I scoff.

"Has anybody ever told you that being an asshole to a girl you fucked thirty minutes ago is kind of the most fucked thing you can do?" I question.

It takes time for him to respond.

"It wasn't intentional." He shakes his head.

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better." I say sarcastically throwing my arms in the air.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair and looking to his side.

"Okay, okay, fine. I was a little bit jealous of that normie and I said some things out of anger." He says, flexing his jaw. I raise my brows, feeling a little shocked.

"Jealous?" The word sours in my mouth, he scratches the back of his head.

"Yeah, jealous. I guess I didn't like the thought of you-"

"Shhhh." I raise a silencing finger, pressing it against his lips. "Dude, have you met me?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He wrinkles his face.

"You can't tell me about your fucking emotions, I won't feel bad for you or apologize for shit, if that's what you're expecting." I say honestly, he jerks his head away from my finger.

"Emotions? Fuck no, it was just a weak moment." He shrugs.

"Fine." I huff.

"Forgiven?" He playfully pokes my shoulder, I smile.

"Whatever." My eyes go round, "Why are you here anyway?" I sit back down on my bed.

"I thought about your offer." He looks around my messy bedroom.

My offer?

Shit.

The offer?

Oh, wow, he called it an offer.

I should tell him I was kidding, right?

He might decline but what if he doesn't decline? What if he accepts? but things will change forever if he does accept, what if I stop hating his ass and what if he falls for me and says shit like 'I love you,' I don't want that to happen but then again he has pretty good bedroom skills, if that's even a thing.

Fuck it.

"And?" I clutch the hem of my dress on my lap, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Let's do it." He looks down at me.

And so he accepts.

I just know that this is gonna blow up in my face soon or later.

God? Please let me have this one thing without having any complications?

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Everything.

Or nothing.

"I have rules though." I inform him.

"Of course you do." He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I ignore his tone.

"Rule number one, you can't get jealous of other guys that will be interested in me, rule number two, this is a no strings attached kind of thing so you can still fuck other people, last but not least, and I can not stress this enough... Don't, do not fall for me and don't tell me you love me, not even as a joke." I warn.

"Not even as a joke?" He asks in disbelief.

"Not even as a joke." I repeat.

"Wow." He mouths to himself.

"Okay, your turn." I say.

"My turn?" He sounds lost.

"Rules." I point out.

"No, I don't do those,"

"Really? not even one?"

"Nope."

"Okay." I look away from him, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

"A request maybe," He speaks.

"Shoot." I stare up at his tall height.

"No fighting," he states, I release a dramatic gasp and he sighs, knowing that I'm about to object. "Please, no fighting?" He asks nicely this time.

I bite my lip, contemplating.

"Hmm, it's kinda hard not to start a fight with you though." I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Reign," he rolls his eyes at me.

"Okay, no fighting." I give in.

He sits next to me and he puts on a serious face, like he's about to say something serious, something I won't like.

"What happens if I fall for you or if I tell you I love you?" He mutters, I blink at him.

I wasn't expecting him to ask that.

"I kick you in the dick and I walk away and stop talking to you forever." I say.

He laughs, I laugh.

"Not if I make you believe in love first." He grins at me.

I think it's a joke.

Is it a joke?

"I'm serious, Luke, don't do it." My arm goes around his shoulder. "Not with me." I stare into his gray eyes.

"Yeah, I know." He whispers, his eyes darting to my outfit.

"Nice dress." He smirks, meeting my eyes again.

He's mocking me.

How am I not supposed to fight with him?

"Thanks." I respond with a smile, attempting to act all nice.

"So, how was the date?" He asks.

"Fantastic, dates are sooo fun." I lie.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He fake smiles at me, nodding.

I retrieve my arm, looking to my window and searching for the right words to tell him.

I've only ever been rude and sarcastic around Luke, being nice is gonna take a lot of practice.

Silence takes over and I find it hard to look at him but I feel his eyes on me the whole time, I wonder what he's thinking or what he's not thinking.

Either way, he's the first person that's ever made me feel this kind of discomfort, I'm so very aware of the fact that he's sitting next to me.

I'm shaking and my hands are all sweaty.

I feel like I'm too old for this reaction, this should have happened to me during my first real kiss, not right now, now it's just confusing me.

I feel his hand on the back of my neck, my breath shallows and he leans his forehead against the side of my head.

"Can I kiss you?" His hot breath heats my cheek and my entire body, I slowly turn to face him.

I nod.

"No, say it, ask me to kiss you," He says.

Okay.

I climb on his lap, looking into his eyes and leaning over to whisper against his soft lips.

"Kiss me." I exhale.

"You kiss me," his lips graze against mine.

I smile, pressing my lips on his, I suck and bite teasingly, not giving him what he wants. He growls frustratedly, rolling us over so his on top of me, I giggle and feel him smile against my mouth. He captures my lower lip and kisses me with desire as he buries his fingers in my hair and fists. I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist, wanting him closer even though he's already close enough.

He breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes.

I can't seem to read his expression but it's definitely saying something.

His hand moves from my bare hip to the back of my knee, he shuts his eyes and mutters something I don't quite catch.

He suddenly climbs off me, standing and staring down at my body, he runs his fingers on his lower lip and he shakes his head.

"Goodnight, Reign." He starts walking towards my window, my eyes follow him while a smile plays on my lips.

He jumps out and I stare at the ceiling and then for some unknown reason, I just laugh.