Steal My Breath (Elixir 1)

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Callie

I wake the next day to a knock on my door. I pull the covers over my head and do my best to ignore it. It’s probably housekeeping. However, the knocking only gets louder and then Luke calls out, “Callie, you in there?”

I quickly check my phone for the time.

It’s just after eleven.

Jesus, I slept a lot of hours.

“I have coffee,” he continues.

Sold.

I shove the covers off and pad to the door. I don’t even care that my hair is probably a sight and that I never took my make-up off last night. I also push out of my mind that I’m wearing nothing but a sheer babydoll that barely covers my ass.

I need coffee.

He hands over the coffee when I open the door. “You just wake up?”

I nod and usher him in. “Yeah. Guess I was tired.” I take a sip of coffee. “Damn, this coffee is good. I owe you.”

He grins. “I’ll take lunch as payment.”

“You want me to buy you lunch?”

“No. I’m buying you lunch. I found a little Thai restaurant you might love.”

I drink my coffee and try my best not to show how much I love what he just said. Thai is my favourite. I fail epically, though, and a moment later I have coffee all down my front.

“Shit! It’s hot,” I mutter and shove the cup at him on my way into the bathroom. My babydoll is soaked, and the hot liquid is burning my skin. I rip it off and proceed to splash cold water on my chest and stomach.

“Fuck, Callie, you’re burnt.”

I glance up and find Luke standing behind me, staring at my body in the mirror in front of us. “It’s not too bad.” The fact I’m standing in front of him, practically naked hasn’t escaped me, but my focus is completely on my skin.

As I madly splash water on myself, he reaches for a washcloth. After he soaks it in cold water, he spins me to face him and presses it to my skin. One of his hands is on my waist while the other holds the washcloth to my chest.

I meet his gaze.

It’s weird how you can be with someone and know every intricacy of their body and be completely at home with them naked, to then experience this awkwardness I’m feeling between us now.

His heated gaze drops to my chest, and he moves the cloth to soak it in cold water again before placing it against my skin again. His eyes travel the length of my body. When he finally looks up at me, I can see how affected he is.

I place my hand over the cloth. “Thank you. I can take over from here.”

He nods, but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he turns and exits the bathroom, closing the door after him. After I watch him leave, I drop the cloth in the sink and place my hands down. Curling my fingers over the edge of the counter, I drop my head and exhale a long breath.

Damn, this is hard.

I wish I knew exactly where he stood.

/> Does he want me back in his life or does he just want a hook up?

I realise I’m not against a hook up, but what I really want is Luke.

I want him back.