When I open my eyes the light of the morning sun floods my eyes making me groan, I grab my phone from my night stand to see that it's 7:30. I'm up way too early for someone who doesn't have anything to do all day. I sit up on my bed and lift both my arms above my head in a stretch, when I feel something shifting on my mattress which makes me jump a little. I turn to my side to see a sleeping Lucas which calms me down.
He looks so handsome when he sleeps; he looks a lot younger in fact. He shifts again this time lowering the blanket that covers his body to his waist making me gasp.
Oh god! He's shirtless, and his muscles look as though they were sculpted by the Greek gods. He's muscles look a lot bigger now than they do through a t-shirt.
It's when I'm watching his chest move up and down as he breathes in and out that I notice a tattoo. I move closer as slowly as possible till I'm hovering over his body. The tattoo is on the right side of his chest. It's the number 11.
I look at his face again to make sure he's not awake before I lightly trace the tattoo with my finger tips, I can't help myself. Why the number 11?
"That used to be my number when I was a formula 1 racer" Lucas says as though he read my mind making me jump back
"Oh my god" I gasp immediately clamping my hand over my mouth "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that, I was just....." I trail off not knowing what else to say for myself. I am so embarrassed.
"It's okay Yara, I get you were curious" Lucas says with a chuckle
"You used to be an F1 driver" I say immediately changing the topic trying to absolve myself of the embarrassment I feel
"Yes, I retired a couple of years ago" He says sitting up with a smile, and I move closer to him and get back under the blankets next to him.
"Why'd you retire? You're only 34 years old" I ask curiously
"I was racing on the Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps at the Grand Prix when my car engine malfunctioned in some freak accident and it rolled over and crashed. I was in the hospital for months; the doctors said I was lucky to still be walking, or to even be alive. I haven't raced since, I don't even know if I still can" He says and I can hear the melancholy in his voice which makes me put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him
"I'm sorry that happened to you, I had no idea that you were even a Formula 1 driver. That's so cool" I say fan girling a little
"And I loved it too, it was the best feeling in the world" Lucas says with a smile and look of reminiscence in his eye
"I'm sorry that you had to give it up" I say to him
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault" Lucas says getting out of the blanket and I see the huge scar on his back
"Is that from the accident?" I ask
"Yes it is" Lucas say picking his shirt up from the ground and I scoot to the edge of the bed and get on my knees. I trace the scar that stretches from his shoulder to his lower back with my finger tips and I feel him shudder under my touch making me retract my hand
"I should stop doing that" I say with a chuckle
"It's okay" He says with his back still turned and I get a good look at just how muscular it is, even the pink scar looks like it was meant to be there, it makes him look even more sexy and I didn't think that was even possible
"What's wrong with me that I find this scar kind of sexy" I say out loud without thinking and Lucas bursts out laughing turning to face me
"I was not expecting you to say that" He says trying and failing to control his laughter and my face heats up from the humiliation and I quickly jump off the bed avoiding eyes contact. What is wrong with me?
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Not my Husband
Roman d'amourLife doesn't always work out the way you want it to does it? Ever since I was 16 I had a vision for my life, I was supposed to graduate from Harvard Law just like my mother and work at a prestigious law firm in New York. That did not happen, instea...
