For fucks sake, I need to stop.
I rip it off of me and throw it into the back seat, but I feel cold now… lost.
He walks around to the back side of the car, opening the trunk and throwing everything in. When he gets in, he gives me a side-eye before looking into the back seat, seeing his coat laying there. Lucas looks back at me, blinking a couple times and turning to face forward.
The entire car ride is filled with tension, or maybe it’s just me? I don’t fucking know, but I hate it more than anything. Everything was just starting to feel normal with him, natural,easy.
As soon as he parks in the driveway, I get out of the damn car as fast as I can. I bolt into the house, but he follows closely behind me. I’m about to take my first step onto the stairs when he stops me, his fingertips brush my shoulder and I feel like my heart is going to explode.
Stop touching me and making me feel things.
“Did I do something wrong? I thought you liked my surprise, but you wanted to get out of there so quickly and then you ran into the house…” he looks like a sad puppy.
“No, everything was perfect” I breathe. A littletooperfect, “I’m just tired and we have practice tomorrow. Thank you for everything, you did a great job.”
Did a great job? Seriously? That’s what I fucking say to him?
“Okay, well goodnight then. I’ll see you in the morning, pretty girl.”
I run to my room as fast as I can, closing the door before sliding down the back of it and curling into myself.
Maybe I’m not actually falling for him. Maybe I’m just not used to someone doing something so sweet and kind and caring for me.
I lean my head back against the door, sighing softly while my brain spins ‘round and ‘round. How the hell does anyone deal with this stuff? I haven’t let myself feel for anyone since high school.
When I’m with Lucas, it feels like my whole world stops, like everything else is blurred and he’s the only thing in focus.
His touch sets my skin on fire and a flurry of butterflies to my stomach. His laugh makes my chest ache, and that smile… god that smile is so perfect.
Never mind. I’m totally, irrefutably, head over heels in love with him.
And that fucking nickname… it started off as something to mock me, to say I’m more beauty than brains, but somewhere along the way it turned into some sort of endearment.
Why did I have to fall for the one guy I wasn’t supposed to? Why couldn’t I have fallen for any of the others? Literally anyone else would be better than Lucas.
Miller has the biggest heart ever, he’s the softest person I know and I’m sure he’d make an amazing boyfriend.
Blair is smart and kind, sure he’s a bit of a whore… but he’s a good guy at heart.
Davis is caring and funny beyond belief, he has this soft side to him that I’m sure no one ever sees.
August was like an instant best friend, if I didn’t see him like a brother –and if he and Steph weren’t a thing– he’d be my first choice.
Lucas St. James dug his way into my head and managed to make me fall in love with him without even trying.
God fucking damn it.
Hours go by, hours of not being able to sleep and spending the entire time tormenting myself with thoughts of the stupid sandy-haired boy I thought I hated.
The more I think of him the more knots start to grow in my stomach, the kind of knots that have my hands slipping under my shorts and into my panties.
I can feel how wet I am, it’s dripping out of me, like every smutty book describes.
God I’m so turned on right now.
I close my eyes, rubbing circles over my clit as I think of Lucas. I imagine him in his hockey gear —sweaty hair and all— as he skates up to me and pins me against the boards.
He throws off his gloves and tangles his hands in my hair, holding me still as he brings his mouth to mine in a crushing kiss.
