After Luke had been resting for several days, he finally woke up. I couldn't help but playfully slap his shoulder, teasing him for being so conceited. He claimed that I was sweet and caring to him because I loved him so much.
"Ouch!" he complained. "Aren't you sorry for me, Isabella? My body is still full of bruises, and you're hitting me."

"Hey, are you crazy? What are you saying? That I love you so much?" I retorted.
"It's true, though. Because if you didn't love me, you wouldn't worry like that. You even cried when you saw me all bloody," Luke said.
"I just don't want us to be blamed for what happened to you. Besides, can't I worry? You're here in our territory, after all," I replied.
"Fine, you don't love me anymore," he grumbled.
"Alright, keep going and I'll leave right now. Think so?" I challenged him.
"Stop it. I'm going to sleep now," he said.

"Good. Go to sleep so I can sleep too. I've been feeling sleepy since earlier," I ordered him.
"Are you leaving me?"
He looked like a child waiting for my answer. I said, "No, not really. But you need to move."
"Sure," he replied, but he couldn't move his body much.

In the end, I was the one who adjusted. Anyway, it wasn't the first time we slept beside each other. The only difference now was that he wasn't my boyfriend anymore. We were back to being strangers. And soon, friends with benefits.
"Are you having trouble sleeping?" Luke suddenly asked when I lay down beside him.
"Why would I have trouble?" I countered.
"Because you're still awake," he said.
"Is it required that when you lie down, you automatically fall asleep? Can't you just think for a while?" I asked.
"Why are you getting mad?"
"I'm not mad, just a little annoyed at what you said," I said.
"Sorry. Goodnight. I'm going to sleep now," he said.
Of course, I didn't believe him because he had said that several times already but was still awake. But instead of arguing with him, I just nodded.
Afterward, I closed my eyes, but it was hard to sleep with him beside me. I could smell his natural scent, and we were so close that I could feel the warmth from his body.
While lying there, I scolded myself for letting all sorts of thoughts enter my mind. I resisted Luke's request to get back together, yet I was still attracted to him.
I must have dozed off for a few hours before I heard Luke's soft snoring. As I heard it, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I could open my eyes. It's exhausting pretending to sleep. I was about to get up to look out the window because I noticed that the moon seemed brighter than before.
However, before I could move, Luke suddenly turned over, and his hand rested on my stomach. What should I do? Should I let him or remove his hand? I tried to hold his hand and slowly remove it from me, but his foot was on my leg. It's as if he was preventing me from leaving.
I slowly turned to him to see if he was really asleep or just pretending. I stared at him for a moment because if he was pretending, I was sure his long eyelashes would move.
I breathed deeply because he was really sleeping. Maybe he just got used to having a pillow beside him when he slept and thought I was a pillow. But while his leg was against mine, I suddenly remembered that we usually slept like this when we were together.
However, I found it a bit difficult to breathe, so I tried to turn to the side. His hand was heavy, and I'm just a small woman. Since we couldn't face each other while sleeping, I turned to the side and turned away from him.
But that Luke, I really doubted if he was awake or just pretending. Because when I turned to the side, he pressed even closer to me and my eyes widened when I felt something hard pressing against my backside.
Because of that hard thing, I got annoyed. What should I do? Would I let him attack my dignity? Just a little movement and I might get pierced. Then, as I thought about what to do, I suddenly felt Luke rubbing that hard thing against my butt. It's like he's tempting my sanity until I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted.
He didn't do anything wild, so I thought maybe he was just dreaming. I don't know, I just lay there like a statue, trying not to move at all. But I didn't expect his hand to suddenly go inside my blouse.
I gasped in surprise but immediately covered my mouth so he wouldn't hear me. Should I let him invade my chest?
Because when his hand was inside my blouse, he slowly lifted my bra. Earlier, I was debating whether to take off my bra or not because I was sleeping with him.
When his hand lifted my bra, I thought he would touch or play with my boobs, but he didn't. So I wondered why he stopped. I waited to see what he would do next because that's what I expected. I waited for him to tease my nipples because he used to do that. But he didn't do it either.
His hand just rested on top of my boobs as if he was just enjoying how soft my chest was. I didn't realize I had taken a deep breath from waiting until I realized I had fallen asleep.
While my mind was wandering in the world of dreams, I suddenly saw Luke. He smiled at me before kissing me deeply on the lips. I kissed him back until we were both consumed by fire.
So while we were kissing, I felt his hand squeezing my boobs. Squeezing. Playing with them. Pinching my nipples.
I moaned slightly from what he was doing. Then, I arched my back to give him more access to my chest, and when the cool breeze touched my skin, I suddenly realized I was naked.
After his hand played with my boobs, he suddenly moved his hand to the middle of my thigh. He separated my legs with his hand, and soon after, I felt his fingers on top of my pussy.
I gasped again and suddenly groaned when his mouth covered my boobs. He licked. Sucked and nibbled until my whole body burned with desire.
"I want you right now, baby," Luke whispered and gently bit my earlobe.
"Yes..." I replied, and then Luke suddenly got on top of me and aimed his hard weapon at my wet passage.
And I opened my eyes because it seemed real. And it was real! I thought it was just a dream!