Even if it was the right time, I was the wrong person to be able to move my hand. I couldn't move anything unless it was to touch him. Help. "I wanted to surprise you with something," I whispered. His eyes lit up. I smiled at how uncontrolled he was, "No, not like that-" "Then it can wait," he mumbled between our kiss, closing the door with the back of his foot. His lips hadn't left mine. .... .... ... .... Luke's POV I fit her mouth against mine and explored her taste with my tongue. She moaned, holding onto my body with her bare hands. I cupped her face with my hands as she gripped my hair. We were breathing hard as I kissed her aggressively. I couldn't control myself. I filled my hands and my mouth with her taste. Her red dress was like a f*cking siren call. I ran my hands all over it, pulling at it without ripping it. "Your phone's ringing-" she gasped, breaking free to breathe for air. Her hand gripped the pocket of my suit and I got excited by how close she was to... This motherfu- I could hear banging on the door. "Ignore him," I told her, leading her down to the couch. I could continue through an earthquake. But the banging got louder. The wrong kind. "I know you don't want to be interrupted," Chad called out from the other side of the door. Doesn't stop him from interrupting us. "But this is the one day in the entire year when we can't be late!" Chad yelled, "I'm not going to be sitting in my living room on New Years' just so you two can have a good fu-" I ripped the door open. "What's wrong with you?" I glared. Chad averted his eyes. "I'll let you get dressed." We were barely undressed. I've been living in a Disney movie. "Leave," I told him. "You have five minutes man. We'll leave without you then," Chad snapped, marching off in his two-piece suit. One day. No interruptions. *Millie's POV* Luke is usually pretty disciplined, but he'd just lost it. I had too. I tried to think rationally, but it was so hard. His messy hair was begging me to mess it up even more. My lipstick all over his neck... But we spent so long getting ready for tonight, preparing for tonight, that it didn't make sense to undo everything before going. Undo his shirt though? Maybe we had a few minutes for that... No, I told myself. We couldn't ruin everyone else's plans because we selfishly wanted alone time. I wanted alone time with him, more than anything if I'm honest. It hadn't been a very intimate trip for us so far, since everything started out so rough. But we were back on track, and if I'm being honest, I felt closer to him now than ever before. Now that we knew each other on a deeper level, everything felt raw between us. More honest. More connected. It was hot. Knowing that we're both flawed, messed up but committed... "Stay or go?" Luke whispered, his hands still roaming my body. "We'll have time," I assured him, ignoring how my senses screamed otherwise, "We're about to experience an incredible night and we'll be together through it." I rested my hand on his soft hair and slid it down to his neck. He closed his eyes, as if my touch was relaxing to him. "It's up to you," he answered. ** We walked into the living room with Luke's hand holding mine. Austin wolf whistled. He was holding a glass of champagne in one hand. Six full bottles were on the table. If I didn't know better, is that a bottle for every person? The girls were in gorgeous dresses in different colors that sparkled. The boys looked dapper in their suits. Austin and Luke had chosen not to wear a suit jacket, but Chad had gone full out. Gold and silver balloons floated across the ceiling. Chad raised another champagne bottle and popped it open with a knife, sending the bubbles spraying into the air. He poured glasses for everyone who didn't have one. Happy new year. Cearra came running towards me, "You can't miss the pre New Years' photos!" She handed Austin her phone, "Austin can you take one of us?" Was this Cearra's way of making Austin stare at her whiles she looked this stunning? Austin didn't mind and pointed the camera towards us. Cearra's arm linked with mine and she raised her champagne glass in a pose towards him. I smiled into the camera and copied her pose.