Sweet Cheeks. Rucas. GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER!

Chapter.49.Welcome Home.<3

Riley's Point of View.

My body naturally woke up at 7 o'clock. I had to be home by 8 and ready to drive Auggie to the airport, I GET TO SEE MY PARENTS! I miss them like crazy and I can't wait to tell my mom... everything! Ugh, I enjoyed the time away and time to myself... what little time to myself I did get, between Lucas and my friends it wasn't like I had a lot but I wouldn't change a thing. The predicament I was in now was that, I had to untangle myself from the grasp of the anaconda, also known as Lucas Friar. I have yet to open my eyes, his body heat transferring from my cheek all the way down to my exposed stomach from where his shirt had ridden.

My eyelids flutter open, stifling my laughter now that I notice our precarious position. I'm lying on top of Lucas quite literally. My right leg draped in between the gap his had created, one of his arms wrapped firmly around my body the other tangled in my hair. This is going to be hard, lifting my head off of his chest I glance at his perfect face. It really is quite unfair, his sharp jawline cutting to his chin, those soft pink lips slightly parted releasing his light snores.

I need to make this quick. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

In one fluid motion I'm rolling off of him and landing – quite hard I might add – with a thud on the hardwood floor. My butt hurts now. I sit there for a few moments since I hear the rustling of sheets, peeking over the mattress his hand is searching for, me? Grabbing a pillow I shove it in his face and he takes it willingly. I snicker at his now calm expression, it went from a frown line to content in a matter of seconds because of a pillow. That he thinks is me, wow! I'm boosting my ego this morning.

Alright, time to put my masterplan in place.

Opening the door, I wasn't surprised to see all the trash, everywhere. Red solo cups and wine cooler bottles littered the floor. There were even a few people past out on the hardwood floor. Good night nurse, stepping over the rope that blocked off the stairs I scurry downstairs and enter their kitchen that is disgusting. Huffing, I decide that no harm can be done. Taking my good hand I swipe all the cups and bottles off of the stove. Smiling, I go on the hunt for a pan and storm their fridge. I am a woman on a mission. Setting the eggs and bacon down, I put the bacon on the pan. Since it will take a while to heat up I step inside the foyer, slowly waking everyone up and directing them out the door. I offer to call them the cab but they simply say no and head towards the door.

8 people later, and I'm back into the kitchen. The bacon placed delicately on the plate while I crack the eggs in the pan, over-easy and runny. The way Lucas likes it, yuck. Grabbing a trash bag I start to try and pick up the kitchen, in reality it's just a bunch of trash and spilled drinks so that helps.

Bright green number rest on the stove.

7:22.

Crap. It's okay, I can go with no make-up and my hair in a ponytail. Once the eggs are done, I call a cab and have come to the conclusion I need to be prepared for the judgmental looks I'll receive. I'm wearing boxers and a tee-shirt after all. Scurrying back upstairs, I poke the door open with my foot and tip toe in the bedroom. His hair is all frazzled, sticking up in every direction. No doubt mine looks worse, I just shrug and set the plate down before gathering my costume, mask, belt and boots before sitting on the side of the bed. My phone resting on top of my clothes, "Baby." I whisper and trace his jawline with my finger. "Hey wake up handsome."

A small smile curves on his lips, but he doesn't open his eyes. "Sneaky man, you're digging for compliments. Get up, ugly." He frowns and flutters his eyelids, I'm sure blinking the morning haze out of his vision.