“Sorry, just a lot on my mind,” I said, taking another sip. He flinched and sat back down. We continued eating our food. “Let Connie know this is really good,” I added.
“I will, absolutely.” He looked at me for a second then continued. “Look, Jasmine, I don’t mean to keep repeating myself but I’m really sorry about everything. I know we’ll get past this with time. And I will never ever be unfaithful to you. I want you to know that. I made some mistakes recently, but that will be the last time.”
I nodded, sensing he was being sincere.
After we finished eating, Luke took our dishes to the kitchen. I followed him with the leftover food. He placed it into containers and left the platters in the kitchen sink.
After we finished clearing the table and putting everything away, Luke took my hands in his and said, “I have a surprise for you for dessert. Go sit down in the living room and I’ll be right over.”
I went to sit on the couch and waited for him. He came out with a tray with two mugs and a bottle of Baileys. He put the tray down and then went over to the fireplace. I watched as he threw a couple logs into it and started a fire, lighting a fire starter.
He came back over to me and asked, “Would you like some Baileys in your hot chocolate?”
“Sure,” I replied. He poured some of the bottle into both the mugs. He then went over to a stereo and turned some music on, playing it fairly loudly.
“Now sit back and relax. I’ll be back again.” I sipped from my mug as he headed back toward the kitchen. He came back with a shopping bag, which he unpacked in front of me to reveal a couple of skewers, graham crackers, Hershey’s chocolate bars, and marshmallows. “I thought it would be fun to make s’mores.”
He opened all the ingredients and slipped a marshmallow onto each skewer, handing one to me. Then he gestured for me to follow him to the fireplace. We knelt next to each other as we sipped from our mugs and roasted our marshmallows. I noted that we both slow roasted our marshmallows rather than allowing them to just burn, like most people I knew.
“I like your roasting technique.” Luke smiled at me, as if reading my mind. “Blake and my sisters just burn theirs.”
“Is this something you do often?” I asked.
“Growing up, we used to make s’mores during the winter all the time.” He smiled widely, clearly recalling the memories.
Once both our marshmallows were golden brown, we put them between the graham crackers with chocolate and sat back down where we had been previously kneeling, next to the warm, crackling fire.
After we finished our s’mores, Luke leaned over, putting his hand on the side of my head, and gently kissed me. As soon as his lips touched mine, desire came over me and I kissed him back, shoving my tongue into his mouth.
We fell back onto the floor, narrowly avoiding my mug. I was feeling buzzed and loved the feeling of Luke’s lips on mine, sparks and calm flowing through my body. No matter how much I fought against it, I couldn’t stay mad at him, succumbing to my desire for him, a prisoner to the mate bond. Our bodies rubbed together as we hungrily kissed each other.
He inched his hand under my shirt, cupping my breast. I brought my hand to the arm he was using to support himself, loving the feel of his muscles as my hand slid down it. He kissed down my chin and neck, trailing kisses down to my chest, stopping once his lips hit the fabric.
He removed his hand from my breast and pulled my shirt off me, pulling his own off right after. He lowered his lips to my chest, continuing to kiss down to my breasts, using his lips to trace the fabric of my bra from breast to breast. He unhooked my bra, pulling it off me, and looked down at me. “You’re so beautiful, Jasmine.”
He brought his hands to my shoulders, tracing them down the side of my body, and bringing them to my breasts, gently caressing them, brushing his thumb against my nipples. I looked up at his face, seeing that he was looking at me lustfully, his eyes half-closed.
Suddenly Blake’s scent entered my nostrils and we both looked up to see that he had just walked into the dining room, the loud music clearly having drowned out the sound of him entering. The open floor plan of the house gave him a full view of us. Upon seeing him, Luke yelled, “Fuck!”
“Sorry,” Blake quickly apologized and turned to walk upstairs.
I got up and went to put my bra back on.
“Sorry, I didn’t know Blake would be home so early. Although, it’s probably getting late,” Luke said as he went to grab for his phone. As the screen lit up, I noticed he had a string of texts from Lucy on his lock screen.
He unlocked his phone and began focusing on his phone, presumably reading the texts that had come in. I threw my shirt back on as Luke stayed absorbed in his phone.
I grabbed my mug and went to sit back down on the couch, unnoticed by Luke. He began energetically typing. I sipped my mug observing Luke shirtless, completely immersed in his phone. He stayed like that for several minutes.
I pulled out my own phone to see that it was now nine thirty. I had a text from my dad asking when I would be coming home. I quickly wrote,Soon. Finally, Luke turned around to look at me and said, “Sorry about that.”
“Was it Lucy?” I asked.
He winced and said, “Yeah. She was just telling me about her pregnancy symptoms. I want to make sure I’m there for her through this.”
“I see,” I replied, feeling sickness come over me again. I stood up and said, “I should probably go home. It’s getting late.”
He nodded and also stood. “I’ll see you out.” He followed me and pulled my jacket from the closet. He helped me put it on and then walked me to my car. Before I got into my car, he pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you for coming, Jasmine. Sorry we got interrupted but I’d like to see you again soon.” He then leaned in for a kiss and I moved my head, so he kissed my cheek. After I got into my car, he stood outside and watched as I drove away.