all american | lance tucker

ch. 48 • "work trip"

When I woke up, it was to Lance's alarm. I opened my eyes slowly, groggily trying to come to my senses. I looked around for the source of the noise, shifting my feet in the silk sheets and sitting up. The bed was empty beside me, signaling that Lance was already up. Of course he was.

I finally found my phone, which had an alarm that read 7:45 on it. I turned it off, putting it in the band of my underwear before sliding out of bed, putting on a bra in case anyone else besides Lance was in the living room when I walked out. I also put socks on because of the freezing hardwood floors, then padded out into the living room to see what Lance was doing. I was still half asleep, so when I walked out to see Lance working out in the middle of the room, all I wanted to do was collapse on the couch and go back to sleep.

"You only gave me 15 minutes to get up." My voice didn't startle him, but he stopped his pushups and sat back on his heels, looking over at me.

"You like to sleep in." He commented, looking me up and down. I couldn't exactly get mad at him, seeing as I was literally in my bra in underwear and Lance is...Lance.

"Rose is going to get here 15 minutes after we leave, but the kids are asleep so it should be fine." He explained, grabbing a blender bottle off of the coffee table and taking a long drink of whatever protein powder concoction was mixed inside.

"When did you get up?"

"6:30."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like it. And I couldn't go back to sleep after you woke me up with your talking."

"I was talking?" This surprised me, but it also alarmed me because I had recently had a lot of pent up thoughts I hadn't really been sharing with him and I did not want to do it on accident while unconscious.

"You told me you loved me like 8 times and then kept telling me you forgot to do your training program."

"Oh. Okay."

"Why? Is there something you're not telling me?" He crossed his arms, giving me his interrogation look. I shook my head.

"Just didn't want to accidentally tell you I hate you or something."

"Well do you?"

"I'm not sure yet." I eyed the time on his watch, wanting to just get out of the house and do something new. I was feeling extremely cramped.

"We should probably start packing up the car."
We did that, putting our suitcases in Lance's tight trunk (he insisted on taking his car.) I noticed that he had all of his camping stuff (sleeping bags and shit) in the back of his car. Finally he had taken all of it out of mine.

After we had done that, we got into the car,and started the 2 and a half hour car ride to our hotel. The drive was pretty much silent, which was very different than our usual car trips together. At one point I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I had been literally drooling on his shoulder. I had woken up because we had stopped, and apparently had arrived.

"Morning sleepyhead." Lance said softly. I was so distracted by the cute look on his face that I almost didn't see our "hotel." But I did. And it was not in fact a hotel at all. It was a cabin. With a sign that had "LARSON" painted in crude red letters hung on the front porch.

Larson was Marshall's last name.
And this was his family's cabin.
The cabin with no service or electricity.
And this definitely had nothing to do with work.

"What the hell, Lance?" I snapped, staring at the rundown cabin. There was no way he expected me to stay with him here for the weekend.

"We need to make up. So we're going to spend the weekend here with nothing but each other." His tone was final, and I knew there was no getting out of this one seeing as he held the keys to my getaway car.