Chapter 08
Around ten p.m., I finished washing some dishes in our little kitchen and turned from the sink. I glanced around the area, taking a moment to look around the apartment and what I’d made it into within the last week. I really felt at peace here and was pleased with how everything had all come together. It had been a couple hours since I returned home and rather than picking up my book, like I had wanted, I’d done our week’s laundry and finished the dishes so there wasn’t much to do when Nat returned home the next day. I sighed contentedly and left the kitchen, walking down the hall towards my bedroom. The apartment was almost eerily quiet without Nat watching a movie or listening to music in her room, and I paused to look in at her empty bed. I was so grateful she’d made a friend already, but she was my entire world and I found myself missing her.
I sighed and turned, padding over to my room in my bare feet. I turned off the overhead light, leaving a soft glow from the bedside lamp. I had already slipped into my oversized sleep shirt so I crawled into my bed and pulled my bag over to me to get my book. What the? It had been here earlier this afternoon when I’d been waiting for Nat to get out of school? I dug around for a few more minutes. Nope. It was nowhere. I dumped the bag and all of its contents onto my bed. No book. Maybe it had fallen out in the vehicle? God, I hope so. It was a slightly dark, extra spicy romance. I hoped it hadn’t fallen out on the street and some older person had found it. The image of someone who looked like my sweet grandmother flashed through my mind and I quite literally turned red. Please God no, don’t let that happen.
*Beep*
My phone chirped from my nightstand and I turned quickly, hoping it wasn’t something with Nat and praying she was okay.
It was a text.
From Lucas Marshall.
What? Oh my God. I dropped my bag at the gas station. It must’ve fallen out. Shit, Becks.
He was typing back and I was becoming more and more horrified. This is the part where he cancels our date. I just knew it.
Oh. My. God. He was READING IT?
Oh. Good! Now he thought I wanted to do everything that was in the book! I fell back onto the bed, covering my face with my arm, groaning. I mean, the books did turn me on when I read them, and some of the stuff was super arousing, but I didn’t know if I was ready for the whole kit-and-kaboodle when it had been over thirteen years since I’d even had sex, and even longer since it was consensual.
*Beep*
I picked up my phone.
Holy shit. Did he really just say that to me? I may die. NO man had ever talked to me like this.
Oh God. Here we go. TMI Becks. He’s going to run now.
Oh my god. Had I really just sent that to him?! Rebecca Wareman, what has gotten into you?!
My eyes bugged out of my head. Oh sweet Jesus. This man was going to literally kill me. If he could back up his words I was out of my element.
Oh lord. This conversation was so deep so fast, I don’t know how I got to this point after not having any real romantic interactions in over a decade.
I blushed.
Oh. My thighs clenched under the duvet. Sex with Lucas Marshall was something I could visualize all too easily. What would it be like to actually be with him in person? I could feel my face get flushed, I groaned and covered my face with my hand. I was a mess. It had been way too long.
The next thing I knew his name was coming up on my screen. Jesus, he was calling me.