you’re probably right.” He teases with his breath, torturing my mouth. “ Most women would prefer those things. You, however, are not most women. You’re the most beautiful, stubborn, and alluring woman I’ve ever met.” With each word he speaks, he draws closer to my lips. My heart pounds, trying to escape from my chest, begging him to end the torture and close the distance between us, but he doesn’t. Unable to move, I get lost in his eyes like I’m under a spell; I refuse to be the one who gives in.
He’s the first to break eye contact. He cocks his head and makes a slight growl from his throat. He looks…amused? I feel something heavy land on my back, causing me to collide with Lucas and our lips to brush. “What the hell? Did you catch the number of that train?”
I turn around to find a drunken, stumbling Dar, the source of our collision. She shouldn’t drink after taking her medicine, but she won’t listen to me. When I try to move away from Lucas, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap.
She sits right beside us, leaving me no option but to stay where I am. Otherwise, I’d be pushing her onto the floor, which I consider doing, but I won’t intentionally hurt her.
“Uh, Houston, we have a…” Dar hiccups. “Ah, I hate drunk-ups. We have a problem. See, I left my keys in the car and a certain paranoid redhead I know, not mentioning any names...Cass-and-ra, locked my car. Do you have your keys?”
“My keys? No, you drove, so I didn’t bring them. For fuck’s sake! We can’t get into our apartment, and you know Mrs. Weatherbee isn’t going to hear us this late.” I look down at my phone. “It’s 1 AM. What in the hell should we do? Why would you ever leave your keys in the car?” I rant, trying to figure out what we’re going to do. We obviously can’t stay at the bar all night long.
“Well, Cass, you’re the one who locked the damn thing,” she says defensively and then hiccups again. “We wouldn’t be in this pre-dish-a-ment if you hadn’t.” She attempts to poke me in the forehead, failing miserably and almost jabbing me in the eye.
Lucas nudges me, and I hear him curse under his breath. “Listen, Cassandra. I’m not saying this as some elaborate scheme to get you into my bed, not tonight anyway, but you all need a place to stay, and I have an extra room you can share.” He bites his lower lip. “That is, unless you want to share with me. Then, by all means, I’ll welcome you with open arms, love.”
I look at him in disbelief. Get into his bed? I roll my eyes. He holds up his hand when I open my mouth to speak.
“It was a joke, only a joke.” He chews on the corner of his mouth, trying not to smile. “Don’t sweat the small stuff, remember? You’re not staying here.” He waves his hand in the air. “Come on. You get Dar up, and I’ll call a cab. Grab your phone first, though, because you wouldn’t want to lose it again.” Lucas eases me off his lap and excuses himself from the booth.
What does he mean by ‘get Dar up’? Oh, how in the…? She passed out that quickly? I wonder how much they drank while I was on stage. I wake up Dar enough to make out random moans and groans. Lucas helps me get her out of the bar and into the cab. I don’t believe it’s a good idea to stay with Lucas. I’m already thinking about him too much as it is, but at the moment, I can’t think of any other option.
Mrs. Weatherbee, our landlord, goes to bed at 9 PM religiously. I always worry about talking too loudly around her. I’m afraid I’ll blow her off her feet or something along those lines. She’s eighty, tiny, and sensitive to sound. I guess that settles it. Dar and I have no choice but to stay the night with Lucas. Hopefully, we will come to see the light of day tomorrow.
I slide into the cab beside Dar, and Lucas follows. “Would you quit giving me that look? I’m not going to hurt you, not now, not ever. Come up for some air.” He taps my
He’s the first to break eye contact. He cocks his head and makes a slight growl from his throat. He looks…amused? I feel something heavy land on my back, causing me to collide with Lucas and our lips to brush. “What the hell? Did you catch the number of that train?”
I turn around to find a drunken, stumbling Dar, the source of our collision. She shouldn’t drink after taking her medicine, but she won’t listen to me. When I try to move away from Lucas, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap.
She sits right beside us, leaving me no option but to stay where I am. Otherwise, I’d be pushing her onto the floor, which I consider doing, but I won’t intentionally hurt her.
“Uh, Houston, we have a…” Dar hiccups. “Ah, I hate drunk-ups. We have a problem. See, I left my keys in the car and a certain paranoid redhead I know, not mentioning any names...Cass-and-ra, locked my car. Do you have your keys?”
“My keys? No, you drove, so I didn’t bring them. For fuck’s sake! We can’t get into our apartment, and you know Mrs. Weatherbee isn’t going to hear us this late.” I look down at my phone. “It’s 1 AM. What in the hell should we do? Why would you ever leave your keys in the car?” I rant, trying to figure out what we’re going to do. We obviously can’t stay at the bar all night long.
“Well, Cass, you’re the one who locked the damn thing,” she says defensively and then hiccups again. “We wouldn’t be in this pre-dish-a-ment if you hadn’t.” She attempts to poke me in the forehead, failing miserably and almost jabbing me in the eye.
Lucas nudges me, and I hear him curse under his breath. “Listen, Cassandra. I’m not saying this as some elaborate scheme to get you into my bed, not tonight anyway, but you all need a place to stay, and I have an extra room you can share.” He bites his lower lip. “That is, unless you want to share with me. Then, by all means, I’ll welcome you with open arms, love.”
I look at him in disbelief. Get into his bed? I roll my eyes. He holds up his hand when I open my mouth to speak.
“It was a joke, only a joke.” He chews on the corner of his mouth, trying not to smile. “Don’t sweat the small stuff, remember? You’re not staying here.” He waves his hand in the air. “Come on. You get Dar up, and I’ll call a cab. Grab your phone first, though, because you wouldn’t want to lose it again.” Lucas eases me off his lap and excuses himself from the booth.
What does he mean by ‘get Dar up’? Oh, how in the…? She passed out that quickly? I wonder how much they drank while I was on stage. I wake up Dar enough to make out random moans and groans. Lucas helps me get her out of the bar and into the cab. I don’t believe it’s a good idea to stay with Lucas. I’m already thinking about him too much as it is, but at the moment, I can’t think of any other option.
Mrs. Weatherbee, our landlord, goes to bed at 9 PM religiously. I always worry about talking too loudly around her. I’m afraid I’ll blow her off her feet or something along those lines. She’s eighty, tiny, and sensitive to sound. I guess that settles it. Dar and I have no choice but to stay the night with Lucas. Hopefully, we will come to see the light of day tomorrow.
I slide into the cab beside Dar, and Lucas follows. “Would you quit giving me that look? I’m not going to hurt you, not now, not ever. Come up for some air.” He taps my
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