Lucas Black

5

"Dude, wake up."

I jolted at the feel of being shaken awake, my sleep rudely disturbed.

I groaned as my eyes squinted open to find Lucas looking down at me, way too energetic for me right now.

"Five more minutes," I grumbled and shifted to lay on my stomach, burying my face in my pillows to hide from the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

"You've slept for twelve hours, love. I'm getting bored," he shifted and laid down next to me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling my side to his chest. He was warm, so I quickly cuddled up to him.

"Mhm..." I hummed, eyes closed once more when I relaxed again, still feeling very tired.

"And hungry," I felt his lips brush against the side of my ear before he vey gently and teasingly nibbled on earlobe, his hot breath hitting my sensitive skin and causing a pleasurable shiver to run down my spine, "I made us breakfast."

When I didn't reply, really not pleased with how he'd woken me up, he continued.

"Those pancakes you like, with syrup," my attention perked at his words, my favourite breakfast waking me up even more, "and there's coffee..."

"Really?" I cleared my throat to rid it of its raspiness and peeked one eye open to observe Lucas' expression.

"Yeah," he nodded solemnly before slowly beginning to move away from me, taking with him the lovely warmth I had just revelled in, "but you can just stay sleeping. That's fine. More for me, right?"

"No, no," I didn't think twice about then sitting up, opening my eyes in a way that let them slowly get used to the sunlight, "I'm up."

"Good. Go brush your teeth and I'll try to save at least one pancake for you," Lucas then shot me a devilish wink after standing up from the bed, before leaving my bedroom and running a hand through his light and soft brown hair.

He was only wearing black sweatpants and his butt looked delicious, as did the flexing muscles in his back. Even after all this time, it baffled me to think someone like him could be such a genuinely kind person. He was the son of the most talented football player of all time, but still wasn't spoilt in the least. He was humble and selfless, and I loved that about him. I loved him.

I frowned to myself and took my time with getting out of bed. I had to tell him that I loved him. We had been on-and-off for two years, but for the past six months had been very serious. He had to feel the same things I felt, right?

I pushed my worries into the back of my mind and focused on not thinking too much. Lucas Black was amazing and talented at many things, but the pancakes he made for me were out of this world.

I made my way into the bathroom, where I had a quick shower and took care of other hygiene factors. I didn't bother blowdrying my hair, and instead left it open, dampening the back of a grey sweatshirt I had grabbed from my closet. It was his.

I slipped on panties and black leggings, before making my way towards the kitchen in my apartment.

"Yeah, that's fine," Lucas' voice sounded the closer I got, and I realised he was speaking on the phone.

"No, mum, I—" his eyes met mine once I entered the kitchen, where he was sitting at a small table fit for four.

On it were two plates with mouthwateringly delicious syrup-drizzled pancakes, waiting for us to eat them. Lucas had also placed two cups of coffee for us and glasses of milk.

I gave him a smile and quietly walked up to him, admiring his shirtless complexion. He was casually leaning back against his chair, free hand on his lap and the other holding his phone to his ear.