Call Me SIr

I take a deep breath as I lock the bathroom door behind, really do not want Lucas walking in on me changing, though something tells me that it would take more then a bathroom lock to stop him getting to something which he desires. I glance around the bathroom, stopping once my eyes land upon the mirror, Jesus! I look a mess. I watch my reflection in horror as I take in the curls which fell messily from my ponytail, good thing I didn't wear any makeup this morning, I mean who wears makeup when running? it just ends up being a mess anyway. I cannot believe he threw me in the sea and then didn't even say anything about how much of a mess I looked. Maybe he doesn't care about what you look like? My mind really needs to shut up, I can't start thinking like that, I mean we've kissed, he threw me in the sea and now I am in his home, about to wear his clothes, I am already in way too deep with this man.

I quickly remove my wet clothing, remembering Mr Davey's warning about keeping him waiting, realising when it was too late that he had only given me grey t-shirt and pair of boxers, damn him! relief washes over me when I notice that the shirt reaches just above my knees, well thank god for that! at least it isn't too revealing.

I fold my clothes up before unlocking the door and carrying them downstairs with me, attempting to keep my head held high, I shall not let him turn me into a stuttering mess.

"My my, someone looks better in my clothes then I do" My eyes widen as I notice him leaning against the doorframe watching me intensely! how did I not notice him before.

"Thank you Mr Davey" I attempt to hide my blush as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Call me Lucas, I mean, you are in my home, wearing my clothes. I don't think there's any need for this Mr Davey nonsense, well not yet anyway" He smirks to himself, leaving words unsaid, not yet? holy crap this man is going to be the end of me

you might get ill from me being inconsiderate" I watch him carefully, the cold hard demeanour disappearing once again, Lucas was giving me whiplash, one moment he was making feeling like a

I nod my head as he leads me towards the kitchen and pulls at a stool situated in front of

what changed between going upstairs and now "Erm, milk 2 sugars

attempt to reply "tha..that was so cheesy!" My laughter suddenly stops as Lucas is stood before me, a serious

you suppose you do that?" I watch him carefully, waiting

you've stopped laughing now so how could I possibly show you?" He murmurs as he brings his face closer

would do if I were still laughing" My voice

cheek as gently brought his lips down onto mine, kissing me softly before pulling away "well there's that" he walks away, continuing to make coffee as I'm left attempting to regain my breathing. How is he so unaffected by that, he kissed me so softly, Jesus, that was nothing like the first kiss, the first one was lust, but that one, that was something entirely

notice him stood in front of me until he speaks, causing me to jump.