Sweet Cheeks. Rucas. GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER!

Chapter.7.I'm a Hands on Kind of Guy.<3.

Allow me to set the scene, it's a Friday night in the very early days of September. The wind is whipping through my hair as a gust of wind rushes into my car from the opened window. It's the perfect temperature outside, a low 80's and I'm quite enjoying the drive that is going to end too soon for my liking. The sun is quickly descending for the day leaving pinks, purples and oranges across the sky and shining directly in my eyes making it impossible to drive. I absolutely despise that feeling, not even the sun visor that is supposed to prevent that can help at the moment.

As previously mentioned it is a Friday night, and I'm alone. Yes truly alone, Josh is on the football team, and the rest of my friends went to watch the game as well since it is the first one of the year. I intend to go to football games later on in the season, but I have to make fudge tonight for the girl's night on Sunday. I'm sure you're like 'Riley why don't you just make it tomorrow' well because I've signed my soul over to the Devil and I'm preparing for my death. Or at least to be seriously harmed, if I die at least they'll have the fudge I promised. You are probably wondering why I'm going to die, well two words 'cliff diving'. I shudder at the thought while pulling into a parking spot in front of my mom's bakery.

It being 8 o'clock on a Friday night the bakery/coffee shop is closed for the evening but since I have an in with the owner I have a handy dandy key. I shut the door behind me and flip on the lights, coffee and cinnamon still whirls around the air and brings me to life after this long week. A smile makes its way on my face and I hurriedly shove my bags underneath the counter before tying my 'Keep Calm and Trust the Baker' apron on. As usual my hair is resting on top of my head to prevent any from getting in the way.

I love baking, it's a nice release and everything is in your hand. In fact, I adore decorating cakes. Taking mere ingredients and turning them into a delicious concoction... I think is astounding. My mom offered to make the fudge, well have someone make the fudge that works here daily. But, I politely declined this is my thinking space. "The smile, the charm, the words, the spark, everything you had it." I murmur to myself while adding the cream, sugar, chocolate and corn syrup into a saucepan. "I guess I had a naïve heart cause boy I let you have it."

I hum the rest of the tune and get lost in my own little world. "You're just a lost boy, with your head up in the clouds. You're just a lost boy, never keep your feet on the ground. Always gonna fly away just because you know you can. Never gonna learn there's no such place as a Neverland. You don't understand you'll never grow up. You're never gonna be a man. Peter Pan."

"Sweet cheeks!"

"SON OF AN UNCLE!" My spoon goes flying so my hand can try to relax my pounding heart. "LUCAS!" I huff and focus entirely on breathing. He is laughing at me. At. Me! While my heart beat gets back to its original beats per minute I take the time to look him over. His hair is down today giving him a slight boyish charm, his gray tee shirt hugs his entire torso and his jeans hang dangerously low on his hips. SNAP OUT OF IT MATTHEWS! "W-what are you doing here?"

Lucas smirks and saunters towards me, "I saw your car while driving thought I'd stop in and say hi. The door wasn't locked."

I furrow my brows and meander to the front, I could have sworn I locked it. Either way it is locked now, spinning on my heels I move back to the kitchen when his damn chest is in the way. My knees start to collapse from the brunt force but his arms wrap around my waist instantly. We both laugh together as I regain my footing. "Your welcome." His hot minty breath fans my face and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"To say that requires a 'thank you' beforehand." My reply is smug and in case he didn't catch the sarcastic intention I arch my brow.

He only chuckles and looks upon me with his smoldering green eyes. "We both know you wouldn't have said it."