In 18 years, Lyra Queen, has yet to:
- Kiss a boy;
- Meet her mother;
- Go through a near-death experience.
In a week, she is going to do all three.
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"I know you're dying to meet me but I can just tell you this: Baby, as soon as you meet me, you'll wish that you never did."
Lucas
I groaned in pain, stretching my neck a few times before opening my eyes. The moonlight allowed me to distinguish the source of my awakening. She laid on top of a makeshift bed, on the floor, her mouth was open and glasses still on her face, on a constant state of loud snoring. Even in her sleep, she was loud.
After stretching my neck for a few more minutes, I stood up and stretched the rest of my body, deciding I should probably take her to bed. I just hope she doesn't feel offended that I touched her without permission. So maybe I shouldn't. But then again, she shouldn't have to sleep on the floor. Why was she even sleeping on the floor? I came to sleep here in hopes she would feel more comfortable and she follows me. Being around her seemed to involve me being confused, so at least I know what to expect from this week.
I put my arms behind her knees and back and lifted her, she was surprisingly light for someone this tall. Her body pressed against me and I tried to ignore the fact that her nipples were noticeable due to the light fabric. After laying her down on the bed and taking off her glasses, I laid next to her. Her snores had stopped but there was still a trail of drool from her mouth to cheek from her mouth being open.
I laid down next to her and closed my eyes. I'd just rest for a few moments and then go back to the tub.
The next time I awoke Lyra's body laid on top of mine and I could feel every part of her body on mine.
Every single part of her body.
I could feel her constant breath on my neck, much different from my own that was all over the place, I was damn near hyperventilation. Loose curly hair spread against the pillow as her hand moved involuntarily against the tattoo on my forearm. Tangled on my lower body was her leg, on top of something that would be very hard to explain if she woke up right now.
I tried to convince myself I wasn't hard because of her. It just happened that she was here while I had a hard-on. It happened most mornings anyway. Her body, her warm body, against mine wasn't a reason why I was aroused right now.
Just as I tried to move to get out of the bed she woke up. Using one finger and putting it over my mouth, she shushed me, "Morning," And she did it again, "Ly-" She used her whole hand this time, covering my mouth.
"Lucas. I can't."
"What?" I did my best to speak with her hand on my mouth.
"I literally cannot so please shut up." Her voice was much deeper now and made everything she said seem more intimidating.
"We're behind on time, it's already 7."
"Already?" She still didn't look at me, only moved her head mocking my sentence, "Are you insane?" Before I could answer, she continued, "Did you just use 7 and already in the same sentence? You're a disappointment."
