Lucas

Chapter five

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I fluttered my eyes open to see a cream colored ceiling. My head was pounding and it was as if I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

I groaned as I sat up holding my head. The smell of cologne intoxicated my nose. I hate that it smelled so damn good.

The room was dark with barely any light to see. I turned towards the bathroom door as I heard the water beat down from inside.

Maybe I should rethink leaving next time.

I lie back down on the soft bed and bury myself deeper into the warm covers. They smell just like him. It calms me.

After a while of laying in the cosy bed the door to the bathroom opened. I didn't notice the water had stopped until then.

I shut my eyes quickly and pretend to be asleep, as I heard footsteps near my side of the bed. A hand gently brushed a strand of fallen hair from the side of my face and tucked it behind my ear. He then moved his hand down to my cheek and began drawing patterns on it slowly.

I loved how sparks erupted everywhere his finger ran.

After a few minutes of the sweet torture, I heard him walk to the door of the bedroom and open it, then it shut. I snapped my eyes open and sat up. I gasped when I seen Lucas standing at the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, shirtless, shorts hanging low at his waist. Little droplets of water trickled down his face from his wet hair. His eyes narrowed into slits as mine were wide.

I sat there, frozen and not able to move as he stared at me. He walked over to me, my gaze never leaving his. I gritted my teeth and turned my wide eyes into a glare.

Once he reached me he bent down and picked me up bridal style. My glare never disappeared.  He payed no attention to me though, he just looked straight ahead as he walked to the bathroom.

Heading into the bathroom he sat me on the counter of the sink and walks over to the bath tub and started the water. After, he walked towards me in between my legs and cupped my cheeks with his large hands. He looks at my face intensely, gently caressing what I'm guessing are bruises because they sting from his touch.

I looked down at his chin blankly, afraid to look up in his eyes. I could tell he was mad though. His body tensed and I seen his jaw clench.

After a few moments he sighed and lifted his warm hands into the large shirt I was wearing, which was his. He lifted it over my head and threw it to the ground. He then made me stand in front of him as he gently pulled his boxers off my hips.

I kept my stare on his chin.

He picked me up bridal style again. I looked at his eyes and glared.

"...I-I can walk you know." I tried so hard not to stutter, but my mouth failed me.

He looked down at me his green eyes piercing through me. He winced and looked away.

Sitting me down in the tub of warm water, he grabbed a bottle from the side and sprinkled some of the contents in.

I looked down at them in the water slowly breaking up.

"It will help your leg, bellissimo." He said screwing the top back on.

I nodded slowly still looking into the water.

Putting the bottle away, Lucas turned to me and got on his knees beside the tub leaning further to me. He cupped my chin in his hand and began to run his thumb over a cut on my bottom lip gently. My gaze never left a small crystal that was slowly breaking away. If I look at him I might give in.

All of the sudden he leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I tried my best not to
Kiss him back.

He pulled away with a questioning look. I gulped and looked away. I could see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. Why was he smirking? I barely kissed him ba-

Again, out of no where he smashed his lips to mine and I gasped. He took the chance to slip his tongue in. This one was different. He kissed me with passion. I returned the kiss, how could I not?

As soon as the kiss began he pulled away. I leaned in to him and my eyes widened in surprise. After I knew what was happening I looked at Lucas who was, smirking! I realized I was pouting and immediately turned away. I heard him chuckle slightly.

Most of the bath time with Lucas was quiet except the small grunts he would let out after I flinched when he touched my bruises. Was he, mad? At what?

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After my bath Lucas picked me up bridal style and sat me on the edge of the tub before walking over to the sink where a towel lay. He picked it up wrapping it around my body and picked me up again, but this time he held me his preferred way. As I like to call it, baby style.

So on instinct, I hooked my legs around his waist and laid my head on his warm chest.

He walked us into his room and sat me down on the bed before going to his dresser and picking through a drawer.

He finally picks up some clothes and looks content, bringing them over to me. He lays a pair of black boxers beside me and holds onto a big light gray shirt. I lift up my arms before he could even tell me. He smirks and pulls the shirt over my head.

Leaning in, he picks up the towel, now behind me and takes it into the bathroom. While he's in there I pull on his boxers, so he doesn't have to, before he comes back in.

Once he steps into the room again and sees me he furrows his brows in confusion at first, then he narrowed his eyes, looking into my own wide ones.

Geez, I didn't know putting on his boxers on by myself was a crime.

"I should have done that." He says simply before stalking over to me and pulling me into his chest by my hips.

"I'm not a child." I whisper, staring up into his green eyes.

"I don't care. I want to take care of you. Let me."

I breathed in a shaky breath and nodded.

"Okay."
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