Consider Me

Chapter Fourteen: Lucas

She's stalling.

My stubborn girlfriend is trying to waste time by doing everything except taking the icepack from the lower cabinet. It's a cold shelf filled with medicines and ointments that needs less than average temperature to remain good. 

I am tapping my fingers on the armrest, my gaze fixated on her as she looks through the box of medicine for god knows what. 

"Babe," I call her,

She glares at me over her shoulder, "I am not your babe,"

"I beg to differ," I point to the bottle of ibuprofen she has grabbed, "What are you planning to do with that? I don't have a headache,"

"You don't. I am possibly getting one," she puts the bottle inside the medicine box and closes the lid before putting it back to their place on the shelf. "I don't know what to do now. Your cheek looks fine,"

"It might but it doesn't feel good,"

"You play basketball for the school. There are more severe injuries you have gotten, a slap is nothing for you," she crosses her arm,

"I know but your worried. You keep looking at my cheek like someone shot me," 

"I don't know what your talking about," she blinks and looks away. 

"Lily," I call her with a smile. "There's an icepack on that cabinet,"

She gives me a skeptical look before narrowing her eyes to the cold shelf on the bottom right behind her legs. Without saying a word, she turns and bends down to her ankle. I watch her open the shelf and take the only icepack out.

Once she got her hands on the icepack, she takes a her white handkerchief out and wraps it around blue pack. 

"There you go," she says holding the icepack to me. I eye the thing as if it's laminated with germs. "Place it on you cheek,"

I make no attempt to take the icepack, instead I turn my face and give her the side that's aching and is red. "You do it,"

"Why? You're hands are perfectly fine,"

"Yeah but they're occupied," 

"With what?"

On cue, I grab her waist and make her sit on my lap. Both my hands are wrapped around her stomach, her back plastered to my front. She gasps and tries to wiggle out of my hold but I tighten my grip and pull her back on my thighs until she is comfortable which I don't think she is. 

No worries. Baby steps. Like I said, I'll fill every corner with memories of me. The doctor's office is second after the cafeteria. 

"What do you think your doing?" she hisses,

"Showing you how my hands are occupied," I smile and in return receive a cute glare from her. 

"Lucas, put me down," 

"Nope," I show her my cheek, "Now tend my injuries, dear girlfriend,"

"Not unless you drop me to my feet," I pull her further up on my thighs until her ass is directly on my crotch line. Intense heatwaves rushes to my cock nudging the bastard to rise up. She must've felt my erection because she stops wiggling and sits as stiff as a statue. Horror washes her faces and I clench my jaw.

 Fucking hell, this was supposed to be a memory for her, not me. I don't want to remember my blue balls. I take a deep breath and try to focus on something else. Something that isn't her or my aching dick that's seemingly want her. No surprises there buddy, I want her to but in a different way.