on the table. It was fear. His eyes had no emotion. The smile never reached them.
“You have to be tougher than you are son. He can sense and read other people's emotions better than a normal person. He won't just kill you. Call me later on. I'm exhausted.”
I flipped the card over and hung up the phone. I wrote down in my journal and exhaled.
Lucas
I was never threatened by any other guy when it came to relationships because I worked to make sure that no one was in my territory. This Asher character was not a threat. If anything he was a coward. His face looked white with fear when I approached him. The invite to the club was friendly enough for him to see that I could care less about him, but he was now in my sights. He had one job to do and that was to stay the hell away from Cypress.
I sat down in my room and glanced over the letters in the box. I kept a list of them. There were now forty-four sets of initials, the lust to kill had receded. The past few weeks had been easier, but one fucking thing was liable to trigger it. I set the paper down and glanced through my plans. She wanted me to meet her mother and father in three weeks. It was a five-hundred-mile trip, eight hours in the car with her alone and we hadn't slept together yet. She was a good girl so that was fine with me. I just hoped that she wanted something. Why the fuck she was talking to this Asher character? It now irked my nerve and he would be kept in my eyesight when it regarded her. I dialed her number and she answered on the third ring.
“Hey babe!” Cypress’ voice was light and chipper.
“How are you? Are you home?” Slow down Lucas. Too many questions.
“I’m actually headed back. I had to go to the writing lab and do some things and I met this psychology major named Asher. He said he would give me run through a course on personalities and behaviors for my novels. Does that sound like a good idea?”
“Yes, you can always study and get more knowledge. My minor is psychology I could help you love.”
“I don't want to depend on you for everything Luke.” She was climbing steps. Her breaths were short and I could hear the short tap of her feet on each step. “I want us to have balance and balance means that we have to have some free time. He seemed like a nice guy.”
“I'm sure Ted Bundy was a nice guy too.” The irony poured out of me covered with humor. “I guess then Cypress. Call tomorrow morning?”
“If you don't call me first babe. Don't forget to shop for furniture and food. The need is dire.”
“I won't.” I smiled. “Talk to you later love.” I ended the call and pulled out my laptop. I typed in Asher. There were over one hundred of them in the state. And he appeared to not be from here. His accent appeared to be more West Coast.
I should have gotten his last name but possibly there would be a chance later. Most people dived at the opportunity for a VIP pass to my club. Hopefully he would too, but he looked terrified.
Chapter Four
Cypress
The Publisher, had occupied my afternoons for the past two weeks. And my job was simple. I tutored the freshmen in English. Their first papers were all about cliché topics like Summer Vacations and Comparison Papers. I flew through the sessions in a breeze and even made a few new friends in the process. Then the final hour I had to help edit the actual Publisher. I was not one for journalism. I knew nothing about the town. I couldn’t write about student because I had no student life. Everything besides school and work revolved around Lucas.
“Okay, so here is the deal. We would like you to write a piece about the Summit across town.” Ginger, seemed to float around the room as her she wisped through her files. Her tall, petite stature made me envious for a few extra inches. It would be easier to kiss Lucas if I wasn’t so focused on reaching his lips sometimes. Though he made kissing me a habit. And it made me happy.
“Of course I
“You have to be tougher than you are son. He can sense and read other people's emotions better than a normal person. He won't just kill you. Call me later on. I'm exhausted.”
I flipped the card over and hung up the phone. I wrote down in my journal and exhaled.
Lucas
I was never threatened by any other guy when it came to relationships because I worked to make sure that no one was in my territory. This Asher character was not a threat. If anything he was a coward. His face looked white with fear when I approached him. The invite to the club was friendly enough for him to see that I could care less about him, but he was now in my sights. He had one job to do and that was to stay the hell away from Cypress.
I sat down in my room and glanced over the letters in the box. I kept a list of them. There were now forty-four sets of initials, the lust to kill had receded. The past few weeks had been easier, but one fucking thing was liable to trigger it. I set the paper down and glanced through my plans. She wanted me to meet her mother and father in three weeks. It was a five-hundred-mile trip, eight hours in the car with her alone and we hadn't slept together yet. She was a good girl so that was fine with me. I just hoped that she wanted something. Why the fuck she was talking to this Asher character? It now irked my nerve and he would be kept in my eyesight when it regarded her. I dialed her number and she answered on the third ring.
“Hey babe!” Cypress’ voice was light and chipper.
“How are you? Are you home?” Slow down Lucas. Too many questions.
“I’m actually headed back. I had to go to the writing lab and do some things and I met this psychology major named Asher. He said he would give me run through a course on personalities and behaviors for my novels. Does that sound like a good idea?”
“Yes, you can always study and get more knowledge. My minor is psychology I could help you love.”
“I don't want to depend on you for everything Luke.” She was climbing steps. Her breaths were short and I could hear the short tap of her feet on each step. “I want us to have balance and balance means that we have to have some free time. He seemed like a nice guy.”
“I'm sure Ted Bundy was a nice guy too.” The irony poured out of me covered with humor. “I guess then Cypress. Call tomorrow morning?”
“If you don't call me first babe. Don't forget to shop for furniture and food. The need is dire.”
“I won't.” I smiled. “Talk to you later love.” I ended the call and pulled out my laptop. I typed in Asher. There were over one hundred of them in the state. And he appeared to not be from here. His accent appeared to be more West Coast.
I should have gotten his last name but possibly there would be a chance later. Most people dived at the opportunity for a VIP pass to my club. Hopefully he would too, but he looked terrified.
Chapter Four
Cypress
The Publisher, had occupied my afternoons for the past two weeks. And my job was simple. I tutored the freshmen in English. Their first papers were all about cliché topics like Summer Vacations and Comparison Papers. I flew through the sessions in a breeze and even made a few new friends in the process. Then the final hour I had to help edit the actual Publisher. I was not one for journalism. I knew nothing about the town. I couldn’t write about student because I had no student life. Everything besides school and work revolved around Lucas.
“Okay, so here is the deal. We would like you to write a piece about the Summit across town.” Ginger, seemed to float around the room as her she wisped through her files. Her tall, petite stature made me envious for a few extra inches. It would be easier to kiss Lucas if I wasn’t so focused on reaching his lips sometimes. Though he made kissing me a habit. And it made me happy.
“Of course I
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