Nine Beck
Nine
Beck
Do you mind if I get cozy before I take you back to the hotel?” I say to Lucas once we return to my place. “I’m tired of pretending I can wear real clothes all day.”
Lucas follows me into the living room. “Don’t let me stop you from getting cozy. But I think I’ll get a different ride back to the hotel. I don’t want you falling asleep at the wheel.”
When I turn to face him, my eyes land on his mouth, and I think of that kiss out on the beach. And the kiss after that one. And the kisses in my car.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss him again, right here in my living room. Or maybe the couch. Or my bedroom. I feel my cheeks grow warm.
I am not a very forward person when it comes to this sort of thing, but how often does a guy like this just waltz into my apartment? If I don’t make a move now, I’ll regret it as soon as he leaves.
Be bold, Beck.
“Or,” I say. “Backup plan. You pick a movie while I get cozy, and then you just . . . don’t go back to your hotel.”
Lucas looks me over, eyebrows raised. “Is that an invitation for me to stay over?”
I turn away from him and pretend I don’t hear the question. “Make yourself comfortable,” I say, then head away from him in the direction of my bedroom.
“It is an invitation, isn’t it?” he says.
“Just pick a movie, Lucas.” I pause at my bedroom door and turn toward him. “Maybe you can find a way to get cozy too,” I say, shooting him a smile before I slip inside.
Lucas does what I say. No further questions asked.