Naomi's POV

"What the hell should I wear?" I asked myself, already furious with the fact I don't even own decent clothes. As a writer, I don't earn billions and I hate borrowing the money from my boyfriend. I like being independent, and besides, it's not like I'm starving.

I was staring at my closet. I didn't notice that Luke woke up until he sneaked behind and kissed me on the neck.

"Christ, Luke! I could've died right here. You'd be charged for murder!" He laughed and put his hands on my hips resting his head on my right shoulder.

"I'll just make it look like an accident then!" His words made me roll my eyes.

"Honestly, you look beautiful in any combination. It's a damn spring carnival. I'd rather tell you not to put any clothes at all but you know, I'd have to bail you out of jail for disturbing the public order." He laughed a bit with his full lips.

"You idiot." I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

He just smirked leaving me to my struggle.

I grabbed my black skinny jeans and a polka dot tee. I also took a pair of my doll shoes, made a messy hair style and went to the door where Luke was already waiting for me at the doorstep. He was wearing his grey v-neck shirt, jeans and a pair of converse shoes. His smile made me blush. I took his face in my hands, looking at his brown eyes and kissed him on the cheek. He smirked and I moved his dark, messy hair from his face.

"Ladies first" he opened the door.

"Oh, what a gentlemen!" I laughed and walked out with him following behind.