Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 59

"It's sad." I said at the tiger cage.

"What is?"

"The animals. Locked in cages. Small cages. Just so that people can stare at them. Look at this tiger," I pointed my finger towards the beautiful animal, staring at me with his big green eyes. "he doesn't belong here. He's not a cat like Ash. He's a tiger. He can't be tamed. He belongs into the wild, not behind bars like some prisoner."

"It's not quite what you expected, is it?" He said.

I looked at Lucas. He almost seemed as magnificent like the animal locked in the cage. He had the same look in his eyes. The same way he stared. Like a caged tiger. I hugged him and snuggled in his chest.

"What was that for?" He smiled, hugging me back.

"You're my wild thing." I mumbled.

After that we saw an elephant, a giraffe, even some weird little thing with a big nose and huge teeth. We even stopped at the petting zoo, but I ran out of there after I was attacked by a herd of tiny goats. They were trying to eat my hair, but seemed to love Lucas. Before we knew it, the clock struck nine.

"Where to next?"

"To the bus stop, the last bus leaves in ten minutes." I looked at my phone. "Wait." I stuttered to a stop, obviously unsure of something. "What day is today?"

"Saturday." Lucas replied.

"Oh crap!"

"What?"

"The Saturday bus schedule! Oh no, oh no..." I flipped out as I was checking my phone. "The last bus was an hour ago! And the next one is at 5AM!"

"Why a different schedule?"

"Because at week days - week day schedule, Saturday and Sunday - weekend schedule, it's shorter!" I was having a nervous break down. "How are we gonna get home, how are we - " It started raining. But not like a small drizzle, I mean raining cats and dogs! "Oh great!" I panicked. "We're gonna get wet, get hypothermia, my mom is gonna die because I won't be at home...I mean she never checks my room at the weekend, but she might! You saw her this morning! This is - "

"Slow down, slow down..." Lucas said in a low, warm tone of voice. "Nobody is getting hypothermia," He took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders. "nobody's gonna die, we won't be standing here all night."

My clothes were soaking wet, the moist feeling was absorbing into my skin, making me tremble.

"We need to dry them." Lucas pointed towards our drenched attire, as he quietly locked the door

Dry them? Does he mean take them off? Like in - naked off?! As I was shivering with cold I noticed a hung mirror on the wall. A faint glow from the street lamps made my green eyes seem half-shadowed, and my windblown hair was dripping wet, a few drops of water lingeringly descending over my pale face. The eyes that were staring back at me were almost like the eyes of a stranger...only a stranger you've met in a previous life.

Lucas gently grasped my hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I hastily turned around and accidentally knocked over a metal barrel. "Fuck." Red rose petals were scattered all over the floor, dyeing them in the colour of fire. "Rose petals?" I asked.

"For the weddings." Lucas explained. "Rice is dangerous for the birds, so some people decide to have rose petals thrown around. Or they just blow bubbles." He shrugged.

"That's a waste of roses." I mourned the death of these flowers, their blood spreading all over the flower shop.

Lucas smirked and grasped my hand once again and lead me away from other barrels. He gently took his heavy leather jacket off of my shoulders, which was loosely falling around them. The soft and beautiful dim light made the distance between us almost unbearable, bloated with tension. His dark eyes seemed wild in the half-light and locks of his hair were languidly covered with crystal beads of rain. I wanted to feel his fingertips on my bare skin, traveling all over me, smoothly discovering all the secret and forbidden places...I realized that my mouth was full off saliva, so I quickly swallowed, unintentionally licking my lips.