~Love Me Harder~

"Not Here"

I felt something heavy around my waist as I woke up from a half-sleep. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Lucas lying next to me. "What the actual fuck, Lucas? Didn't you leave last night? What if our parents caught us?" I shouted, trying to keep my voice down.

"Why are you barking like a bitch so early in the morning? You think I'm an idiot or something? They both went to see a friend of theirs who just arrived here from America," Lucas retorted, his voice still groggy from sleep.

I couldn't help but feel a rush of panic and guilt as I thought about how close we had come to being caught. "I don't care, just leave now. I've got work to do," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving," Lucas grumbled as he got out of bed, wrinkling his nose at me before leaving the room. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered with me throughout the day.

It was almost lunchtime and my stomach grumbled in hunger. I made my way to the kitchen hoping to find some food, but to my disappointment, the fridge was empty.

"Great," I muttered to myself, "now I have to go grocery shopping again."

As I turned to leave, I heard a voice behind me.

"Sorry, I ate all of it. Needed some energy after last night," Lucas shouted from the living room, where he was lounging on the couch watching TV.

"Fuck You" I gave a death glare at him.

Lucas just chuckled and continued watching his show, oblivious to my frustration.

I clenched my fists, feeling a wave of anger and resentment wash over me. How could he be so thoughtless? We were supposed to be family, but it felt like he didn't even care about my basic needs. With a deep sigh, I tried to push down the hurt and frustration building inside me.

As I whisked the eggs, my mind drifted back to last night with Lucas. Despite my attempts to push away him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Last night had been amazing, but I knew deep down it couldn't continue forever. We were just using each other for sex, after all. But the more time we spent together, the harder it was to deny the growing connection between us.

I turned around when I felt a sudden slap on my ass. "Nice ass chick," Lucas said with an evil smirk on his face. I looked at him with a mix of sadness and confusion, rather than anger. 

He must have sensed my inner turmoil, because he leaned in closer and spoke again. "I hate it when you act like you have no feelings," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "You don't have to hide from me, Lisa."

For a moment I felt like I despise the entire world only thing that I could say was
"Fuck off"

As I walked back to my room, my heart felt heavy with conflicting emotions. Lucas's words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated with his lack of understanding. Once I reached my room, I sat on my bed and stared off into space, my thoughts consumed with memories of last night. The way his hands roamed over my body, the feel of his lips on mine, it was all so intense. But as I snapped back to reality, I realized that this was just a temporary arrangement. We were only fuck buddies, nothing more. I couldn't let myself get caught up in something that had no future.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, jolting me out of my thoughts. It was Lucas. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to face him again after our argument.

But as he persisted in knocking, I relented and opened the door. He was standing there with a plate of food in his hand, looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"You didn't have your breakfast. Here, I made some," he said softly, offering me the plate.

Despite my frustration, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of gratitude towards him. I took the plate and thanked him before closing the door, leaving him standing in the hallway.

I made my way back to the kitchen to clean up the mess I had made. As I was washing the dishes, I noticed Lucas sitting on the sofa, scribbling away in a notebook. Despite my best efforts to resist, my curiosity got the best of me, and I sauntered over to see what he was up to.

"What are you working on?" I asked, taking a seat beside him on the couch."Just a test for a job I applied for," he replied, barely looking up from his writing."Oh, good luck with that," I offered before starting to rise from the sofa. But before I could make my escape, Lucas reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me back down beside him.

I felt a jolt of surprise shoot through me as he drew me closer, his hand resting on the small of my back. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. For a moment, we just sat there, staring at each other in silence.

Finally, he broke the tension with a husky whisper, "I can't stop thinking about you, Lisa.

The air between us crackled with electricity as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, his hands exploring my body with a newfound urgency. Despite my efforts to resist, I found myself melting into his embrace, consumed by a passion that I never knew existed.

As soon as Lucas's lips met mine, my body ignited with a burning desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his hand wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as we kissed each other hungrily. His lips were rough and urgent, as if he couldn't get enough of me. I responded in kind, deepening the kiss and pushing my tongue into his mouth. But as things started to heat up, I felt his hand wandering down to my hip, his fingers brushing the fabric of my shorts. It was too much, too soon. I broke away from the kiss and pushed him back gently.

"Not here," I gasped, my heart racing in my chest.