𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘 | (Under Construction)

14 | 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢

She was so in distress when had gotten here that once she gotten used to his company, her problems seemed to fade momentarily. This whole time she was worrying over nothing but now? They were comfortable and free.
His tries to hide the smile. Biting his lip as he watches her lower the book down to place her hands on her abdomen. She wore a deep chocolate turtleneck, blue high waisted jeans rolled at the ends and her thick white socks. She looked like cuddly teddy bear.

Plump lip tucked underneath her teeth nibbled and sucked lightly, thinking in thought as she messes with gold pendent around her neck. The sound of the led scratching the surface of the paper, it marks with words of wondering thoughts beautifully written in cursive. She puts the book away before laying back.

Her head tilts up. Spotting Lucas quiet as a mouse draw in his little notepad seated across from her behind the desk, simply stroking against the paper the pencil's led coloring the surface. He was leaned back in the seat slouched a little with his knee bouncing quickly. Lips thin, and eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Fluffy gold locks fall in his face.

She watches him carefully.

Closely the details of his long fingers holding the pencil made her mouth watered, the way they were decorated with silver sterling rings wrapped around every other finger and the strength each one held holding the pencil or eraser made her admire. It was the way she could see the veins travel up his forearms, then his neck where his Adams apple would bob. Soon it was the shape of his jaw that could slice her finger if she grazed it.

Next the pouty lips, pink and kissable. She wouldn't lie and say she hadnt thought aboyt them on hers. Wondering how would they feel if they had kissed. Their connection was so pure and sweet. Tremendously thinking anything remotely sexual was beyond her character. Yet she couldn't help but to wonder.

Wondering how his calloused hands feel against her skin sent shivers down her spines. Or the longing of his stare when she least expects it. Out of fretful disturbance she doesn't want to think deeply on desirable things that get her attached easily.

Eventually he could feel the holes burn into his skin, smirking. "You like what you see?" The words were said loud and clear with a chuckle at the end.

She blinks few times coming back to reality. Her brown eyes glance at the smirk and those cute dimples deepen in his cheeks. "I'm sorry what?"

Liberty turns on her side to look at him in better angle, "i said, you like what you see?" Lucas stops what he's doing and glances back at her. Like on cue at a theater, the room suddenly lights up like a spotlight once they made eye contact,

"Oh," the heat rises to her cheeks, she looks away from his cheeky grin. "Sorry i was just...spacing out." She shyly mumbles messing with the hem of her shirt laid back on her backside.

Lucas hums in response, "you got something on you're mind, Ms. Honey? Seem like you were looking into the future." She arches her neck backwards spotting him entwined his fingers and lift his arms to rhe ceiling to stretch his limbs from sitting for so long. Eyes travel from his scrunched face down his broad shoulders, the valley of his body to see his toned abs peek from beneath his shirt. She flushes more, lips rolled in between her teeth gawking curiously at the defined lines along his abdomen.

Liberty knew Lucas had played basketball for a while and ultimately working out was required within his line of practicing at the gym. Since he wasn't doing any extra curriculum outside of school, his dad had signed him up for the school's basketball. He wasn't too happy but went with it anyways. He had quit after the death of his mom because his head wasn't in the state to be back on the court yet. Suffering with low temper and depression wasn't his starter pack for the game.