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my lips and stops the words from spilling out of my mouth. My body involuntarily shakes, as soft sobs escape around his fingertip. “It’s…uh... okay, Cricket. Go back to sleep.” He removes his hold from my lips and then wipes my tears away with his thumbs.
My imagination must be going wild. In this dim lighting of the moon, it seems like he wipes my tears and then places his finger into his mouth. My eyelids are so heavy; they begin to close by themselves. I try to protest, but Lucas’ soothing voice sings and lulls me to sleep. “You are my calm, my wind, and my rain.” He then hums a soft, beautiful, but unfamiliar medley.
*****
Soft strumming of a guitar startles me from a deep sleep. I try to recall the events of last evening, but there isn’t much I remember after getting into the cab. I groggily run my eyes over a pile of moving blankets next to me. Every muscle in my body stiffens when I hear breathing under the covers. I relax when I make out Dar’s familiar small snore. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. After sitting up, I slide out of bed slowly, trying not to disturb her.
This bed is massive, the biggest I’ve ever seen.
The flooring in the room has an intricate pattern that resembles the number eight embedded into the hardwood. The slats around the windows alternate with colors of ebony and light chestnut. The entire room has a Victorian sense of style. An arched mirror with an intricate swirling design takes up most of the left wall. It stretches from floor to ceiling. I’m beginning to wonder what else Lucas does for money, because I’m pretty sure he can’t afford all of this on a bartender’s salary.
As the notes coming from the guitar get louder, I stop a moment and let the music wash over me. On a mission, I leave the bedroom and follow the sounds. The farther my footsteps take me, the louder the music gets. Once I find myself standing flush against an exquisite set of double doors, I place my ear on the corner, hoping to amplify the music more. I recognize the song, “Bother” by Stone Sour. However, the voice singing is deeper than what the lead singer, Corey, belts out.
The music relaxes me. The tension in my shoulders eases away, and I sway my hips slightly along with the tune. The extra movement pushes the doors to open, and I go flying headfirst through them. My hands reach out to grab imaginary objects, and my arms swing through the air. When I land on my hands and knees, I look up. Lucas smiles down at me. The only thing covering his naked body is a guitar.
“You’re naked!” My voice screeches like a five-year-old girl who just saw a bug, and I close my eyes as tightly as possible. Initially, I’m mortified. However, before I know it, I open one eye and then the other. Excitement quickly takes its place; my tongue slides out and across my bottom lip.
Lucas lets out a loud husky laugh. “Well, if I’d known you would get on your hands and knees for me, I would’ve started playing hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m not naked, see.” He waves his hands in front of him.
“So help me, Lucas, if this is some kind of ploy to get me to see your business, I’ll never forgive you,” I tease, hoping he isn’t lying.
Most women would love to do just that, although I’m not ready to see all of him this morning. He moves the guitar from his lap, revealing a pair of khaki cargo shorts perfectly hiding his “business”.
Lucas bends down and scoops me up with one arm. I squeal as my body lands onto his lap. His chest vibrates; he’s laughing at me.
He shakes his head and mumbles, “My business?” Then, he throws me onto the center of the bed. As I’m about to protest, all the humor disappears from his face. “What exactly do you remember about last night?” His mouth sets into a thin line. He inches closer to the box spring. “You were really messed up.” Grief floods my body, to the point of making bile rise in my throat. My thoughts travel
My imagination must be going wild. In this dim lighting of the moon, it seems like he wipes my tears and then places his finger into his mouth. My eyelids are so heavy; they begin to close by themselves. I try to protest, but Lucas’ soothing voice sings and lulls me to sleep. “You are my calm, my wind, and my rain.” He then hums a soft, beautiful, but unfamiliar medley.
*****
Soft strumming of a guitar startles me from a deep sleep. I try to recall the events of last evening, but there isn’t much I remember after getting into the cab. I groggily run my eyes over a pile of moving blankets next to me. Every muscle in my body stiffens when I hear breathing under the covers. I relax when I make out Dar’s familiar small snore. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. After sitting up, I slide out of bed slowly, trying not to disturb her.
This bed is massive, the biggest I’ve ever seen.
The flooring in the room has an intricate pattern that resembles the number eight embedded into the hardwood. The slats around the windows alternate with colors of ebony and light chestnut. The entire room has a Victorian sense of style. An arched mirror with an intricate swirling design takes up most of the left wall. It stretches from floor to ceiling. I’m beginning to wonder what else Lucas does for money, because I’m pretty sure he can’t afford all of this on a bartender’s salary.
As the notes coming from the guitar get louder, I stop a moment and let the music wash over me. On a mission, I leave the bedroom and follow the sounds. The farther my footsteps take me, the louder the music gets. Once I find myself standing flush against an exquisite set of double doors, I place my ear on the corner, hoping to amplify the music more. I recognize the song, “Bother” by Stone Sour. However, the voice singing is deeper than what the lead singer, Corey, belts out.
The music relaxes me. The tension in my shoulders eases away, and I sway my hips slightly along with the tune. The extra movement pushes the doors to open, and I go flying headfirst through them. My hands reach out to grab imaginary objects, and my arms swing through the air. When I land on my hands and knees, I look up. Lucas smiles down at me. The only thing covering his naked body is a guitar.
“You’re naked!” My voice screeches like a five-year-old girl who just saw a bug, and I close my eyes as tightly as possible. Initially, I’m mortified. However, before I know it, I open one eye and then the other. Excitement quickly takes its place; my tongue slides out and across my bottom lip.
Lucas lets out a loud husky laugh. “Well, if I’d known you would get on your hands and knees for me, I would’ve started playing hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m not naked, see.” He waves his hands in front of him.
“So help me, Lucas, if this is some kind of ploy to get me to see your business, I’ll never forgive you,” I tease, hoping he isn’t lying.
Most women would love to do just that, although I’m not ready to see all of him this morning. He moves the guitar from his lap, revealing a pair of khaki cargo shorts perfectly hiding his “business”.
Lucas bends down and scoops me up with one arm. I squeal as my body lands onto his lap. His chest vibrates; he’s laughing at me.
He shakes his head and mumbles, “My business?” Then, he throws me onto the center of the bed. As I’m about to protest, all the humor disappears from his face. “What exactly do you remember about last night?” His mouth sets into a thin line. He inches closer to the box spring. “You were really messed up.” Grief floods my body, to the point of making bile rise in my throat. My thoughts travel
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