Page 62 of One Little Problem
Luke didn’t respond, just looked at me and then looked some more, smile forming on his face.
“What?” I wondered.
“Nothing.” He kept looking at me, face going all soft and gooey. “I love you.”
My insides went all soft and gooey too, and while I didn’t care as much about getting my way as I did a moment ago, I had to point out, “This is the perfect moment for making out.”
He smiled. “I guess you’re right.” Oh and just when I thought things couldn’t get better, he said that.
Luke didn’t sit on the table even though I patted the spot next to me, but slotted himself between my legs, hands going around my waist as he pulled me closer. The hot air outside couldn’t get into the controlled, air conditioned cool of the library, but a warmth started from within me as our lips brushed.
This wasn’t Luke and I enjoying our last days together. Or it kinda was. But it was just enjoying our last days together for now. And then when I came back, we got to enjoy those days together too. Wasn’t that what loving someone was all about? Enjoying every moment and not worrying about how long it will last because each time he was around didn’t have a start or an end, it was always a continuation. No goodbyes just a series of until-next-times.
We kissed innocently, smiles rising to both our faces because it was kinda weird to go to the library and do this but no one burst in or anything and tried to break us up. Talking wasn’t allowed in the library; no one said anything about kissing. Loophole.
Our kisses lengthened, not becoming heated exactly, but thorough. We were making the most of each moment, his tongue gliding against mine, my hands grasping the hairs at the back of his neck, blonde locks growing out and by the time I got back, maybe his hair would be the exact length I liked best. Bright side.
Never really been a bright side person. Until now. I had so much in my life: good people, great boyfriend, new opportunities. It was all amazing and right now I got to focus on Luke, on the way he barely let me catch my breath before his lips were claiming mine again.
We were full on making out in the library. I started to giggle. Our library had a bunch of educational programs they offered to the community. This was Gay Intimacy 101. Probably not the kind of education anyone was expected when they came to find the latest Charlene Harris novel.
Couldn’t really see much of Luke but I got see the fondness in his eyes as we pulled apart slightly. “Why are you laughing? Wait,” he asked, but before I could answer, he said, “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Take an interest in my life, Luke!”
He smirked. “Guess I’m used to you being weird.”
“Want to mock me or keep kissing?”
“Both, totally both, but I guess I’ll just.” His lips pressed against mine again. He decided to keep kissing. And that’s what we did. I tried to memorize every detail: his strong arms, the warmth of his body next to mine, the happy feeling in my chest. Then I stopped trying to commit everything to memory and just enjoyed it instead.
Until the librarian knocked sharply and glared at us from the other side of the door. “Keep it clean,” she ordered. She crossed her arms while we froze where we were still holding each other. She looked at us expectantly, waiting for us to break it up.
Luke sighed. Yeah, we would have plenty of chances to make more memories, but still, we should make the most of this one while we were still in it.
I met her eyes. “High school AU where John goes to library and distracts Sherlock,” I told her.
She stared at us for one moment, two, and then she turned and left without another word, off to go write her next fanfic.
There was silence in the little study room for a second. Then, we both started laughing but didn’t exactly let that distract us from kissing again, so we were laugh-kissing or kiss-laughing and Luke loved me and I loved him and everything was actually maybe perfect this time. Not because there were no problems but because they didn’t matter. Not when we had days like this.
---The End
