Chapter 47: Asking Dirt About Me, To Me?

                                    

                                          
Lia's POV:-
                          
I was lying sideways, supporting my head up against my wrist, elbow resting on the bed. Luke was in front of me doing his Maths sheet. I was flipping through a magazine, looking at the huge mansions, wondering if I'll ever be good enough to even set up a cottage. 
                          
I turn a page, glancing at Luke. He was intently looking at me. "May I help you sir?" I raise an eyebrow.
                          
"I want to find the equation of your curves," he muses.
                          
"Is this your idea of dirty talk?" my lips twitch.
                          
"No, but look," he says eagerly coming closer with his pencil. "I could start with your big round head," he traces my temples with the back of his pencil.
                          
"Are you calling me bald or looney?" I ask offended. He smiles and kisses my forehead.
                          
"Then I could find the roundness of your cheek, along with the depression of your dimple," he murmurs lowly running his thumb over them.
                          
"Hold on, I need to ask, have you done this with your any of your previous girlfriends?" I ask curiously.
                          
"Umm.. No. Why?" he asks confused.
                          
"Nevermind, continue," I grin moving a little to get more comfortable. Luke gives me a confused smile.
                          
"So where was I? Your dimple," Luke clears his throat like a professor, making me bite my lip in anticipation. "After your dimple, I'll move to the curve of your neck," he slightly grazes his fingertips, making me feel ticklish. "Then then, your gorgeous breasts," he reverently runs his pencil around the them. Not gonna lie, this is enjoyable.
                          
"What about my shoulders?" I ask teasingly.
                          
"Doubt session after class," he dismisses me seriously.
                          
"The curve of your waist will need extra attention," he rubs his hands together hungrily. I watch in amusement as he does some fake gestures of measuring stuff. 
                          
"You done sweetheart?"
                          
"Shh.." he scolds, not looking up. "Then comes your hips," he explains, kissing the hipbone over my booty shorts. "Your ass is my favorite portion," he flashes me a roguish smile and suddenly flips me over.
                          
This reminds me of a very specific scene from a very specific movie..
                          
"Wow, I like this side of you," I mumble lifting my head to look back at him. After lovingly stroking my backside, he moved to my thighs. "This will just be a straight line," he shrugs as I lie sideways again. "But your fat little ankles will give me tough challenge," he sighs. I narrow my eyes at him. 
                          
"I knew, I should have never told you about that." One time, a girl said that I have fat ankles. Upon asking Luke, if it really was so he laughed, and laughed and then laughed some more. But the good thing was that, his reaction made me see the actual seriousness of the situation.
                          
Luke falls down on the bed beside me, "This is the most fun study."
                          
"Of course," I mumble. He looks at me, raises himself on the elbow and kisses me tucking the hair behind my ear which escaped my bun.
                          
"What are you doing this Saturday?" he asks.
                          
"I don't know, sneaking into room?" I answer. 
                          
"Great," he grins lying on his back taking me with him. I sit up on his stomach while he entwines our hands. "It's my cousin's birthday this Saturday. We both can go."
                          
"Yeah alright, but lowkey I was expecting you'll say, lets go and do it behind the bushes in an abandoned park," I lean forward while Luke holds me up.