Luke practically worships the ground you walk in like you're a goddess. You're his first everything and he'd never trade that for anything else. As you sat there, his lips were trailing from your palms and wrists to your shoulder and then to your collarbone. He didn't know what made him so obsessed, but he was.

"You smell so good...god I wanna marry you."

Luke let out a small moan his arm snaking to wrap around your waist. He couldn't get enough of you, not in his whole entire existence and yours. The man would spend every last penny on you, if it wasn't for the fact that the last penny will never come. His family is old money rich, and seeing how much their son loved you, they now considered you their own as well.