Falling fast

Sharon’s pov The alarm went off behind me, but it stopped beeping so soon that I didn't bother to open my eyes and look around. I had just started to feel myself drifting back into a state of beautiful sleep when I became aware of someone humming softly in my ear and caressing my skin with their fingers as they trailed up and down my side. It was impossible for me to suppress the silly grin that spread all across my face. "...to you. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Sharon. "Happy birthday," a gentle kiss was planted on the side of my neck, causing me to take in a ragged breath, and "to you," was the greeting that followed. Luke was resting on my back when I opened my eyes and just partially rolled over to look at him. His stunning face was only a few inches away from mine, and his enormous brown eyes were focused on me the entire time. His dark brown hair was disheveled and sticking out in all directions, but this suited him and contributed to the impression that he was a touch rough around the edges. He had a large smile on his face that matched the one that was on mine, and he had a five o'clock shadow that ran across his powerful jaw. He murmured, "Hip hip," as his lips came dangerously close to my own. “Hooray?” I asked, giggling. After we both laughed, he eventually brought his smooth lips close to mine and kissed me. As he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it gently, I smiled against his mouth and wrapped my arm around his neck, drawing him closer to me. At the same time, he kissed my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and prayed that I didn't have morning breath, but I knew that Luke wouldn't even notice if I did because he was used to people having bad breath in the morning. I let myself get lost in the pleasure of Luke's kisses, all the while thinking to myself, as I had done hundreds of times before, precisely what it was that he saw in me that made him want to be with me. He picked me out of all the other girls he might have gone with, which is something I'll never be able to comprehend. My toes curled as my body became so excited that I could barely think about anything other than the taste of his lips on mine and the feel of his fingertips trailing over my body as he kissed me deeply. His hand traced up my stomach as he kissed me deeply. I couldn't help but think about how his lips tasted and how his fingertips felt trailing over my body. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally pulled away and kissed the very tip of my nose. My voice was barely above a whisper because I had just woken up, and so when I said "good morning" all I could manage was a mumble. He greeted the birthday girl by saying, "Good morning, birthday girl." "You are aware that I will never become accustomed to how stunning you look first thing in the morning. The fact that you are not wearing any makeup and have bed hair definitely appeals to me. He murmured, "so perfect," as he grabbed my hip and pulled me closer to him once more. "So perfect." I couldn't help but smile as I ran my fingertips over his muscular shoulders. You're simply trying to get into my pants by saying that, aren't you? He laughed as he rubbed his nose on mine and we both laughed. "I've been there. " Already done. You're wearing my T-shirt," he said, beaming with pride as he yanked on the bottom of his T-shirt, which I'd slept in. "You're wearing my T-shirt." I giggled and bit my lip. It was a little bit crazy how after one year and seven months of knowing him, he still managed to make me feel like a giddy little girl. We had been together for almost two years. "Whatever, Luke." I yanked his mouth back to mine while giving him a teasing roll of the eyes. As I attempted to go for a more passionate kiss, he pulled away. He proposed to me while stroking the side of my face and asking, "How about I give you your present now?" My face started to flush because of the way he was gazing at me, and if I didn't feel exactly the same way about him, the gentle and caring way he was looking at me would have scared me. Even though we were only eighteen at the time, I knew that this was him, that this was the one, that this was the one, and the expression on his face told me that he was thinking precisely the same thing about me as I was thinking about him. "Does your present require that I mumble your name?" I asked while slowly running my eyes over his body, taking in every inch of his sculpted chest and the V line that led down to the waistband of the black boxers that he was wearing. I was curious as to why he was wearing black boxers. He had a devilish chuckle. "The one I bought doesn't, but if you want, I'll give you that one afterward," he said. "It's the only one I have." When I thought about it, I let out a sigh and ran one finger along the line of his rough jaw, picturing what it would be like if it were tickling my body. "Unquestionably," I affirmed while vigorously shaking my head. It dawned on me once more how fortunate I was that this child desired me, and he smiled as he sprung out of bed and began to go toward the door. Luke Hannigan was a jock and very popular at our school. Despite the fact that he could be a jerk when he wanted to be, he was the world's cutest boyfriend to his girlfriend, and he was a jock. I was still confused as to why he decided to go with me. I wasn't pretty, and I wasn't popular; if anything, I had a reputation for being a bit of a nerd. I was focused on doing well in school, so I didn't wear skimpy tops or short shirts when I went to watch my boyfriend play football and cheer him on from the sidelines. I would rather go without makeup, tie my hair into a messy topknot, and lounge around in sweatpants and a T-shirt than put on high heels and a tank top. I also prefer not to wear any kind of make-up. Instead of going to a spa and getting a manicure, I'd rather go camping and wake up early so that I can go hiking and see the sun rise while I'm out in nature. On paper, Luke and I could not have been more different from one another. When we first started dating, people thought he was crazy for going for a nerdy girl like me. I was one of those nerdy girls. Nevertheless, I am quite relieved that he did, and the fact that he did makes me extremely happy. When he saw me looking at his physique, he walked back to the bed and sat down next to me, which made me laugh because he had caught me staring at it. He showed his understanding by raising one eyebrow and smirking in my direction. He exposed a small box that was around the size of his palm by holding out his hand and showing it. He hushed her and murmured, "Happy eighteenth birthday, sweetie." I heaved a breath and grabbed the box out of his grasp. “Thanks. I mumbled to him, "I hope you didn't go mad," while staring at him with gratitude. As I eagerly tore through the shiny red paper that he had wrapped it in, he gave me a grin and shook his head as he saw what he had gotten for me.