Never Enough - By Ashley Johnson Page 0,78

shook his head yes.

“Ready when you are. I can get my car tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead again I fished for my keys in my pocket. As soon as I found them, I pulled him out the door.

Chapter 17

Luke gave me directions to his house. I know I shouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel after I’d been drinking, but he lived literally right by Halley and I. I parked the car and he grabbed my face and our lips met. I wanted to straddle his lap but he pulled away and we got out of the car. His apartment was neat and tidy for a guy. I expected a mess but for a single guy living alone, it was very clean. Mr. Clean and the Scrubbing Bubbles guys would be proud.

“Wow, you mean to tell me a guy can actually have a clean place?” I crossed my arms and stood in awe taking everything in.

“Yes we can. I can’t stand a mess.” He pulled me close and our mouths met for another passionate kiss. How was this supposed to work tomorrow morning? It was bound to be super awkward. This was a position I’d never been in. But this wasn’t tomorrow, this was now and I had no regrets.

I heard my phone go off and I stopped our kiss to check it. Trevor was blowing my phone up. No doubt he’d seen me leave with Luke or even heard I did. I ignored the call and turned the phone off. “I’m sorry about that.”

“No problem. Who was that guy anyway? He seemed to have it pretty bad for you.”

I laughed before answering him. “Oh, him? He’s just yesterday’s news.” I wasn’t lying about it. I had no idea how to even cry over this anymore. I couldn’t spend my time wallowing in self-pity over a man who did what he did.

‘Ok, for a minute I was worried I had some competition.”

“Nope, he’s no competition. Just a bad memory.”

He frowned for a second then smiled and led me to his brown microfiber couch where he sat and I sat on his lap. “I have a confession.”

I looked at him still pretty drunk and laughed, “What’s that?”

“I never take women home from the bar. I wanted to ask for your number but asking you to come back to my place just came out first.” He had a boyish grin on his face and he just seemed so genuine and innocent.

“Really now? You just dance with a woman and accidentally ask her home? Honestly though, I’ve never gone home with anyone like this either.” Geez what was this? The drunk confession club?

“Looks like this is a first for us then.” He grabbed my face and our mouths met again. This was absolutely electrifying. I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored our kiss. He set me down beside him and grabbed my hand. We walked to a bedroom that was as clean as the living room. “Do you need something different to sleep in?”

I was still reeling from that kiss and all he could ask was whether I needed something to sleep in? “Oh, yeah, that’s fine.” I stammered out. He threw me a t-shirt and I excused myself to the bathroom to put it on. Even the damn bathroom was clean. Did he hire a maid or something? I’ve never honestly known a man to be so clean. I know I kept thinking this but it was true.

I walked back in the room and he whistled. “Ohmigod really?” My face must have been a few shades of red because I couldn’t stop blushing.

“What you look amazing in my shirt.” His green eyes shined as he spoke.

“What is this Luke, a Keith Urban song?” I walked over and sat on his bed. I placed my hand on this thigh and kissed his lips. This could work for me. No attachments, no anything. Just a good time.

He opened his mouth for my kiss and began running his fingers through my hair. I was ready to lose myself. Trevor’s memory tried to pop back in and I shoved it further back and continued to kiss him. I fumbled with the hem of his shirt and raised it up. He helped me finish removing it and I opened my eyes and just stared. His chest was full of tattoos and well his arms were too. How did I miss that in Gills? Wait, I know why. Damn drinking. “Wow Luke, these are really good.” I