Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 28

"What do you mean?" What is your secret, my bad boy?

He looked at me, his face grimacing in pain. His dark eyes shining with desperation. He gently touched my cheek, brushing it with his fingertips, so slowly it hurt. "Can I have one day with you?" He asked.

"I don't understand…" I answered, confused.

"I just want one day with you…without this…fucked up questions. One day." He furrowed his eyebrows, obviously not knowing how to phrase what he should say. He looked so fragile. Like he was afraid I'm going to escape.

"Lucas," I whispered. "what is so hard…what can't you tell me?" I bit my tongue, realizing I just asked a heavy question. But I couldn't help myself.

He looked away, clenching his fists. "You would think different of me if you knew…"

"If I knew what? You can tell me." I did something I've never done before. Never dared. I raised my hand and calmly brushed his cheek. He had a slight stubble on his face, probably forgot to shave today.

He took my hand, which was slightly shaking, and pressed it against his skin, closing his eyes. His eyelashes were so dark. "It's not just something you say." He was so warm. His face, his hands…so warm and yet so cold. What could be worse than your own father beating you? He suddenly opened his eyes, piercing me with his kind darkness. "Can I have one day with you? And then I'll tell you anything you want."

What was so bad that he couldn't tell me now? Did he think I wouldn't want to spend my day with him if I knew his secret? I wanted to know, and if this was the price, I was wiling to pay it. "Fine. One day." I blushed when he smiled at me.

"Thank you lil' kitty." He kissed my hand with his smooth lips.

He took my hand in his. We were holding hands. Me and Lucas were holding hands. That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I chuckled.

"Where are we going?" I asked, curiously.

"Home."

"Home? Home where?"

"My place." He grinned with the naughtiest smile ever.

"T…To do w…what?" I sputtered.

"Anything." The word easily slipped down his tongue. Damn…did I promise too much? Did he mean an eye for an eye thing? If I could ask him anything afterwards, did that mean he could do anything he wanted…to me?

I let this thought to ramble around my mind, making me nervous. I didn't even notice when we arrived to his apartment.

"Is…Is this it?" I asked. I wasn't sure if this was it…The way he wanted to spent the day with me. Watching TV, drinking shitty tea…was this his idea of spending the day with me?

He looked at me, tilting his head. A few locks of his hair endlessly kissed his not so soft cheeks, covered with spiky stubble. "I really don't get how did - I want to spend time with you, turned into - I want to fuck you. Lost in translation, much?" He did that half smile, shoving his adorable dimple.

"I…I didn't mean it like that, like you want t..to…you know…" I started rambling again.

"Well," He brushed his lower lip, giving me a naughty look. "there is something I want you to do."

I knew it. This was too innocent for Lucas Dashwood.

"I want you to kiss me." He grinned.

"What?"

"I want you to put your moves on me. I want you to do it. I won't move, I promise." He smirked.