Late Last Night

Chapter 19

I nodded for him to continue.

"When I gets my Chinese."

"Horrible grammar." I tsked. I leaned away from his hard body and he stepped closer. Shocked I wrapped my legs around his waist and he raised his eyebrows.

"You better not get any ideas, sir."

"It's hard not to in this compromising position." he smirks. He seems to have forgotten take out and be solely focused on me. He trailed his eyes from mine down to my nose and then my lips. I involuntarily licked them and he smirked, pleased by my reaction.

I expected him to kiss me but instead he kept surveying me looking to my neck then my chest where his attention stayed.

"Hey, My eyes are up here."

He chuckled and leaned in closer to me. My heart hammered in my chest and my eyes closed. But instead of kissing me he placed his lips on my throat. I groaned when I felt his soft lips on my jugular start to suck.

"Oh God." I grabbed his shoulders dropping the take out menu and pulled him closer to me. My legs tightened around him and all I wanted was for him to freaking kiss me.

"Thank you darling." he said against my neck.

"What?" I asked, dazed. He stepped away with the Chinese menu in hand.

"I told you, after Chinese." he winked.

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"Start talking." I demand as soon as I finish my lo mien. Lucas however was still chewing his chicken.

"Well I'm sort of busy." he said with a mouth full of food. I glared.

Lucas sighed and put down his food. "Fine."

"My parents are dead."

"What?" I coughed.

"They died a year ago, today." he says. I looked at him closely, as I process what he's saying. The only thing I saw was a calm boy in front of me which made no sense. On the anniversary of my father's death, I was never this composed.

Unless, it was just a face.

"It was a car accident." he continued. "We were all in the car heading back home when a little girl came on to the street. My dad tried to stop but-."

"But he wasn't fast enough."

I continued to stare at him and when I realized the tale was done I got up my seat on the couch and sat next to him.

"Is the little girl okay?"

Lucas cringed. "No. she was paralyzed from the waist down."

"Im sorry."

He cringed, "It's not your fault."

"I know it's not my fault." I said. "But I know how much it hurts."

"My dad died when he was away."

"Where was he?" Lucas asked.

"A Military base. It was raided and while trying to save another soldier he was shot." Lucas grabbed my hand. "My mom and I never really got over it. Hence why she's never here."

"Well it's her lost."

I smiled back at him, "So where are the scars from?" He closed his eyes and breathed out.

"Didn't forget that, huh?"

"And I didn't ask Marc, either." I say.

"It's from fighting." he finally said. "I fought a guy who had too much friends and ended up being beat so bad I was hospitalized for three weeks."

My eyebrows furrowed, now I'm confused. "But, why were you in a fight?"

Lucas ran a hand through his hair. "That, I'm not ready to talk about."

"Why are you telling me this then?" I ask. "You could have talked to your aunt, or your cousins, why me?"

"I just wanted to hang with my future girlfriend." he smirked, still not answering my question. But I could see he was really hurting. I shook my head at him and stood up.

"I can see that your faking." I told him, my hands on my hips. Lucas stepped closer to me and grabbed my waist. "You're not as happy as your pretending to be."

"Neither are you Lacy." He whispered, smiling at me in a way that made me shiver. I took his face and pulled it closer to mine and before I could plant a kiss on him I heard a baby' brother's voice.

"Nagya?"

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