Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 68

"What'd you expect? A girly guy with skinny jeans and lots of hair product in his hair?" Lucas shook his head. "Life is so much more than mere stereotypes, lil' kitty."

Okay, falling for Lucas, I get that. I mean, he is like a freshly carved statue of Greek god of rock'n'roll, but...If people fall at his feet so easily...then...his costumers...the girls...they're gonna be all pretty with their lipstick and mascara and giant cleavages...

"What's with the long face?" Lucas suddenly interrupted my deep thoughts.

"Nothing..." I sadly shook my head.

"What. Is. Wrong?" He grabbed my chin and make my eyes face his.

"What if...y...you...I mean, what if...you meet someone...like a costumer...a pretty girl...and like her? With a capital L..." I sighed. I knew that he liked me...loved me even, but...is there a moment when a girl truly stops being insecure about herself? About him?

Lucas suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, insulted.

"Skye..." He was still shaking from laughter. "This is a gay bar." He couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh." I furrowed my brows. At least I don't have to worry about girls drooling over him...only guys will drool over him. That's good. Well, better. I hope. "You're not bisexual, right?" I suddenly gasped.

"You're so cute when you're insecure." He ruffled my hair like I were a little kid.

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After a macaroni salad dinner, and my mom's commentary about how Lucas's face got him the job - apparently if your left and right side of the face are symmetrical and in harmony, and if you have attractive 'vivid colours' like Lucas and his darkness, people find you more attractive than any other people - those whose faces are not perfectly symmetrical, so mere mortals, Lucas got his pillow and a blanket for the couch.

We were standing in front of my room, awkwardly saying good night.

"School tomorrow." I said to break the silence.

"Yup. And then I'm off to work."

"Yup." I popped the letter P.

"A signature from my dad, a short visit to the court, and finding an apartment, and I'll be my own man. Seems easy enough."

We both laughed.

"Will you miss me?" He moved dangerously close, shortening the heated distance between us.

"W...What do you mean? You'll be r...right here..." I could feel my heart speeding up like a hamster in a wheel.

"True, but I'll be all the way there," He waved towards the living room. "and you'll be all the way here...alone..." He smirked as he brushed a lock of my freshly washed hair behind my ear.

It's funny how your mind is suddenly overflown by images and memories of the past when you're trying to sleep. About the stories that begin with - what if...

I shuffled the covers and turned on my left hip, resting my head on the pillow.

Stop thinking.

Stop thinking about him.

Stop thinking about kissing him... Damn it!

I kicked the covers off of me, covering my heated face with cold hands, hoping that that would somehow help. Why am I thinking about him in the middle of the night?! He's right down the hall, why am I so bothered that he's not here? Goddess, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go and see him. You know, just to put my mind at ease.

I got up, almost tripped over Ash who decided to sleep right next to my bed for some reason, and walked down the hallway. The house was completely quiet, all I could hear was the ticking of the clock from the kitchen.

Tick - Tock.

Tick - Tock.

I approached the couch to sneak a peek of Lucas. He seemed so peaceful when his eyes were closed. The moonlight was casting an inviting shadow across his enchanting face, making it look like the moon was making a show in the theatre of darkness, and Lucas was in the spotlight. The blanket was tucked under him, exposing one of his legs. I guess he kicked it off while he was sleeping.