This was inspired by the song Brag by The Home Team
You’d been his secret for months. Not because he didn’t want to tell anyone, but because Luke Hughes was… complicated. High-profile, always busy, always aware of who was watching. And somehow, you fit into his life perfectly, quietly, like you’d always belonged there—but only when no one else was looking.
Tonight, though, felt different.
He showed up at your door just as the city lights began to flicker on, the streets glowing with a soft, golden hum. His hair was tousled, sleeves rolled up, eyes dark and intense. There was a look in them that made your stomach twist—a mixture of nerves, determination, and something unspoken.
“Hey,” he said, voice low. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” you murmured, stepping aside. Your heart was thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it.
He closed the door behind him, lingering near the threshold. Hands in his pockets, jaw tight, he just… looked at you. And in that look, you could feel the weight of every moment he had kept you hidden, every touch and whisper you’d shared in private, every night spent curled together while the world outside remained oblivious.
“I… I don’t want to keep doing this,” he said finally. His voice was steady, but soft, almost vulnerable. “Keeping you a secret.”
Your chest tightened. “Luke…”
“No,” he interrupted gently, stepping closer, closing the distance between you. “I mean it. I’ve been trying to be careful, trying to protect us—but it’s driving me crazy. I don’t want anyone else’s opinions or judgments to stop me from… from showing everyone how much you mean to me.”
Your fingers reached up instinctively, brushing against his hand. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you whispered.
He exhaled, a small laugh breaking through the tension, shaking his head. “I was hoping you’d never get tired of waiting.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, warm and grounding. “I’ve been wanting this—wanting you—more than I thought was possible, but I kept thinking I needed to wait for the right time. The right moment. But there’s no right moment. There’s only now.”
You shivered, your chest tightening as his words wrapped around you. “Then… now it is,” you said softly, leaning into him.
Luke’s lips curved into a slow smile, dark and tender, before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Now.”
And then he kissed you.
Not a quick, testing kiss. Not a secretive one. But slow, deliberate, full of all the feelings he’d been holding back: longing, admiration, guilt, and desire. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the intensity in his touch, the careful way he wanted you close but still respected your space, like every motion was a promise.
When he finally pulled back, just enough for a breath, his eyes were soft but smoldering. “I’ve been selfish,” he admitted, voice rough. “Keeping you to myself. Hiding you. Making you feel like this… like it had to stay in the shadows. And I’m sorry. But I can’t anymore. I don’t want to anymore.”
You reached up, fingertips brushing the edge of his jaw. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered. “I understand why you did it. But… I don’t want to be hidden anymore either.”
His grin was slow, teasing, and utterly devastating. “Good,” he said, stepping closer until the space between you disappeared. “Because from now on… no secrets. No shadows. Only us.”
Your hands found his shoulders, gripping lightly as your bodies aligned. “Then… don’t hold back,” you whispered.
Luke leaned in again, lips tracing yours with soft insistence, slow and languid, a teasing, intimate exploration that left your knees weak. He pulled you close, fingers threading through your hair, holding you like he meant it. And in that quiet apartment, with the city buzzing faintly outside the window, it was just the two of you—no walls, no secrets, no distance.
When he finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, breath mingling with yours. “I want everyone to see you,” he murmured. “I want the world to know you’re mine, because you are. And I… I don’t care who knows it. I want to hold your hand in the street, kiss you in public, make no apologies for how I feel. I want it all.”
Your lips curved into a soft, tired smile, heart racing. “Then… let’s start now,” you said. “No more hiding.”
He chuckled, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “No more hiding,” he agreed, lips finding yours again in a tender, lingering kiss. “Only us. And I plan on making every second count.”
You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The city outside continued its quiet hum, but inside, the world had shrunk to the two of you. You were no longer a secret. He was no longer holding back. And in that simple, perfect moment, everything felt… right.
Luke pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re mine,” he murmured, almost like a vow. “And I’m done hiding it.”
“And I’m yours,” you whispered back, smiling, knowing that this was only the beginning.
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