"Are you going to answer the question?"
"You asked me about fifteen questions!"
"This was a mistake -"
"Grace! I don't know where this is coming from. But the answer is yes. To all of it. Damn it. What the hell is going on? I don't know why you've been pushing me away, but I can tell."
"You're holding something back."
He let out a strangled growl. "Because I can tell you're holding back from me! Why would I give it all when you aren't?"
"Oh my god," I whispered. "We're both idiots."
"I'm coming over." He clicked off the line.
I stared down at my attire and squeaked in embarrassment. The least I could do is make sure my pants didn't have holes in them. It was still morning time and I was in my most ratty pajamas. I raced to the bedroom and threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a long tunic. I didn't have time to put on makeup, but I did at least brush my hair. It would have to do.
The door burstin less than five minutes later and Lucas strolled in like a predator. He was dressed in jeans and an old green t-shirt.
"Come here," he said and crooked his finger to me.
My heart was beating like a skittish deer. "No."
One of his eyebrows rose. "Yes."
I took a single step backward. "I said no."
In a blur of movement I could barely make out, he was in front of me, his face inches from my own. His hands gently gripped my arms. "Yes." Lucas pulled me to him and kissed me breathless.
When we finally broke apart, he rested his forehead on mine. "You're insane," he whispered.
"That's a terrible way to get into my pants."
He jerked back slightly. "Is that what we're doing here?"
I stared up at his handsome face. "Shouldn't we have done that a long time ago?"
He slung me over his shoulder like a caveman and within seconds I was in the bedroom, lying haphazard on top of the bed. "I certainly hope you're slower in other more specific aspects of your life."
A sly grin crooked his mouth. "I guess we'll find out."
It was hours before we finally crawled out of bed.
My hair had never been more rumpled.
The next morningLucas and I were under caffeinated and wildly grumpy. We stood outside of Marissa's house waiting for her to finish making the final decisions on what she would and would not take. She was supposed to have finished all of it last night, but Lucas and I were a little too busy to check up on her. I leaned my head against his shoulder and breathed in his clean, masculine scent.
"Are you smelling me?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes. Is it creepy?"
"Mmm. A little."
I inhaled again. "Deal with it."
He snorted against my hair. "I'm a vampire. I'm quite used to creepy and feel I should warn you of potentially future creepy behavior. More so my brothers than me, but I am occasionally prone to bouts of rampant creepiness."
"Umm. 'kay." I shrugged. "I guess I can deal with that."
