Wrong (Wrong 1)

He takes me in for a moment then places his hands on my hips, backs me into the room and shoves the door closed with his foot. Then his mouth is on mine like he's starving for me and I gasp when he wraps a hand in my hair and tugs, angling my head exactly how he wants it.

"Why did you leave?" He stops kissing me and stares at me, waiting for an answer.

I pull away from him and put some space between us. "How did you get in here?" I repeat.

"Did you not want me here?"

"Stop!" I'm louder than I meant to be and I lower my voice. "Just stop it with your non-answers."

He crosses his arms across his chest and rubs his bottom lip with his thumb. Which is annoying, because it always does things to me and I'm trying to focus. "A blonde girl named Paige told security I was with her and brought me up." He drops his arms and stuffs his hands into his pockets. He's wearing the same thing I saw him in earlier, but he looks wrinkled now, tired. "You weren't answering your phone," he adds. "Are you ignoring me?"

"I fell asleep," I say, picking up the phone and glancing at it. "I forgot to turn the mute off when I left your parents' house."

"You put it on mute to meet my family?" he asks with a tiny smirk.

"I wanted to make a good impression," I reply, then sag as I recall the day.

"You did," he assures me. "You did make a good impression."

I look at him in disbelief. "They hated me. Your mother tried to set you up on a date while I was sitting right next to you."

"You made a good impression with me," he clarifies. "And that's all that matters."

My eyes burn then. Tears form and I fight them off. "Those people are awful, Luke." My voice catches. "Who raised you?"

He closes the distance between us and wraps me up in his arms, my head resting under his chin. He kisses the top of my head as he says, "A lovely British woman named June."

I laugh. "Really?"

"Of course. You don't think my parents got their hands dirty, do you?"

"No," I sigh and bury my face in his chest. He still smells of aftershave and faintly like hospital disinfectant, but I like it. "I was too upset to eat the pumpkin pie."

"I'll buy you all the pumpkins in Philadelphia and we'll make our own." He runs his hands up and down my back. "I'm sorry, Sophie, I shouldn't have brought you there."

What? "You didn't want me to meet them?"

"I wanted you there for myself, Sophie, because you make everything better. It was selfish of me to bring you." His hands slide under my flannel pajama bottoms and cup my ass. "I should have ordered takeout and kept you naked in my condo all day persuading you to let me fuck this perfect ass."

I shove him away. He looks surprised for a second until I say, "Gina."

His expression closes, giving me nothing. "Gina is a non-issue, Sophie."

"You were engaged to her!" I'm outraged. How can he be so dismissive of his relationship to her and my feelings about it? Will I be nobody to him someday too?

"A long time ago."

"I was in high school."

He looks confused for a moment then asks, "When I was engaged to Gina?"

"Yes," I reply, but I don't meet his eyes.

"That bothers you? That I was engaged or that you were in high school when I was engaged?"

"Both. Neither. I don't know."

I'm staring at my toes as Luke tips my chin up to look into my eyes. "I'm a lot older than you, Sophie. Is it an issue or not?"

"It's not." I shake my head. "Unless I'm thinking about her." I stress the last word.

"She's hardly the only woman I've…" He stops when I glare at him and laughs.

"Why is she still around?" I sound like a crazy person. He can't be friends with his ex? But she was a bitch to me, wasn't she? "Never mind."

"We have business together, that's all, Sophie. She's no one to me." He says that last part with his lips hovering over my ear and his breath tickles me, making me shiver. He cups the back of my neck and runs his thumb over my earlobe. I nod and then wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him.

"I kinda love imagining high-school you not putting out," he says when I break the kiss. He glances around my tiny dorm room with interest. His eyes move over what is obviously Jean's side of the room and stop on my side. Our room is small and messy. My dorm may not be far from Luke's Rittenhouse Square condo physically, but it's a world away financially. My room is quite literally the size of his walk-in closet.

He steps over a foot and examines my corkboard. God, what do I have on there? The bra I wore today is hanging over my desk chair. He fingers it as he peruses the top of my desk, a messy assortment of textbooks and notes. He's probably wondering what he's doing with a college student. Fuck, are those panties on the floor next to his toe?

I'm not sure what to say as he continues looking his fill. I'm not going to apologize for my room. I might be a little embarrassed, but I'm not apologizing. He lived in a dorm room once too, I'm sure. A long time ago. Damn it. Is that what he's thinking about? How long it's been since he was a student? How different we are?

He turns to me with a sly grin. "You've never had sex in here."

Obviously I haven't. He's the only person I've had sex with and that's all been at his place. "No."

"We can rectify that now." He grins.

Oh, that's what was on this mind? He wants to be the one to fuck me in my dorm room? "Yes, please."

"Yes, please?" he repeats back to me. "So polite, you little hussy," he says as he covers the three steps that separate us. "Should I be polite?" He bends and kisses me under my left ear, not waiting for an answer. "Come on, Sophie, let me make love to you, baby. I'll make it good for you, I swear." He's kissing me along my jaw and keeping his hands chastely on my hips, over my pajamas. I'm not sure what is happening right now. "I'll just put the tip in, okay?"

I laugh. He's giving me clichéd college sex lines.

"I'll still respect you in the morning, baby."

I'm laughing when he covers my mouth with his. He keeps whispering ridiculous lines to me, but his mouth and hands are their usual Luke perfection. I play along because it's funny, but it's hot too. Also, I love it when he loses focus and smirks at something I've said. He takes his time, probably more time than he's ever needed to take.