His Legend Mate

Chapter 3

I had a two bedroom, one bath apartment.
I've locked myself in my work room first, so I could get started packing my tools without him seeing.

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"Do not enter my spare bedroom, knock a few times and let me come out to talk!" I couldn't risk him seeing everything.

He smirked playfully. "Why? Is that your special play room...?"

I had to take a second, shocked glance at him. He didn't really just say that. My God, I kinda wish it was Kurt here and not Mr. Horny.

I couldn't speak, I stuttered before giving up. Hanging my head low, I stomped into the room and locked it behind me.

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All of my breakables are packed away, sitting in one corner neatly. Then dangerous, then knick knacks, until everything was packed. Since everything was boxed and taped shut, I could open the door freely.

I opened up the door and walked out, to see all of my living room, and kitchen was gone. Holy hell!

Luqas sauntered in from standing outside, hanging up the phone. He raised his arms and let them flopped by his side, walking around.

"Well, your TV's, kitchenware, all the stuff that doesn't belong in a room were donated. I saved some things that looked sentimental just in case. Your blankets, decorations, and your laptop stuff are all packed, bathroom stuff is packed and loaded. I also packed up about everything in your room besides your drawers, because, yknow..."

He stalked towards me, smiling like the Cheshire cat. I couldn't help but notice his black tee shirt was tight on his muscles, and defining. I only looked for a split second, but it was enough for me to break out into a cold sweat, thinking of the wet dream I had in class.

Those hands...

"I don't want to see your undergarments until I can take them off." He backed away, still smiling, and headed for the spare bedroom.

My face went red, embarrassed and attracted at the same time. I don't want to think of him that way, but since that night...

I couldn't stop thinking of him, and the feeling I got when he touched me. I do not like any of the romance stuff, so....why was I letting him in?

I grabbed a garbage bag and headed for my room, cleaning out my drawers. I'm so thankful he didn't look through here, for two reasons.

Reason number one...the tension...the weird, sexual tension...

And number two, I have documents and documents, pictures and newspaper clippings that aren't much of a secret, but I prefer to never talk or show anyone.

We moved to a new town when I was in eighth grade, right after the trial...

No...no I can't think about it right now, I'm still pissed at Luqas for being sexual. I covered everything up and ran out to go grab a few paper folders to store everything. Luqas was sitting against the wall, scrolling through his phone, most likely bored out of his mind when I came back in. I casually let my body hide the folders on the opposite side away from Luqas. Good, no questions asked from him.

I closed the door behind me and started packing the rest of the clothes. I came back up to the papers and slid them neatly into the folders, each of them lined up perfectly with their own sizes, all in their own folders so nothing was crushed.

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Today, it was raining. My face scrunched up when I realized I didn't bring a jacket, thinking it would be sunny enough to wear a DRESS. I wondered why everyone had their coats this morning, even when it was sunny.