you wanna wait till tonight? || l.h. (part two)
it’s 2018. after last night, luke and daisy deal with the consequences of their reckless and restless fucking. it all goes to shit when they hook up again.
tw: cheating. mild sexual content.
i know i promised this a while ago. i hope the wait was worth it.
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“can i have your number?”
“no.”
she leaves the hotel room with her shoes in her hands. legs too shaky to wear heels right now.
fuck.
that was hot.
that was actually so fucking hot she can’t believe it happened only two minutes ago. she’s still trying to regulate her breathing. how can you treasure a moment in your memory in a way that you can experience the same body response every time over and over again? she waits for the elevator. alone. it’s 3:23 am and she needs to go to sleep. hadn’t intended to stay out so late, just a quick fuck to feel better about herself. but luke had been so relentless. for so long. and now she can’t wait to get a cab and go pass out on her bed.
luke lays on top of the white comforter, naked. he looks out the window and sees the empire state. what a gorgeous view. he can’t believe he didn’t get her number. alright, i’ll give you mine then. and now she has the upper hand. his stay in nyc doesn’t end for another three days. he hopes she calls. or texts. maybe he can ask around. someone from the crew must’ve brought her to the party. but who?
they both sleep, thinking about the other. the body heat and the moans in the room.
it would’ve been cool if he’d gone down on her. he seems like he’d know what to do.
why didn’t she give him her number? he really wants to see her again before flying back to la.
