What Lucas Wants

Lucas had his cold shower and was able to calm his burning body. He went out from the bathroom to see Beatrice still sleeping on the couch.

His eyes were glued at her, watching her peacefully sleeping like a goddess in a slumber. His eyes darted at her lips again as it was lusciously red and enticing him to kiss it again.

Lucas's mind was surrounded by the memory of him kissing Beatrice. He remembered her soft plump lips, the warmth that it brought, and how much he wanted to savor those lips again.

He looked at her still close eyes and back at her lips again. He was enveloped by the feeling of wanting to taste it again.

It would be alright, right? She's still sleeping and it's not like she would be able to know I kissed her. And besides, it would only be a peck? It's not like kissing someone is a crime.

He slowly brought his face closer, his eyes fixed on her until…

"Oh shit!" They were both startled.

Lucas was panicking inside.

She didn't see it right? She didn't notice I was about to kiss her?

"What are you doing there?!" Beatrice was very surprised but Lucas was panicking to hell.

He was just caught red-handed and he doesn't have any excuse to come up with.

'Calm down Lucas...Calm down. I don't think Beatrice has noticed'

She glanced at him but suddenly averted her eyes and turned as red as a tomato.

'Oh Fuck I think she noticed.'

Lucas's mind was all jumbled and he tried to come up with an excuse but there was no way out of this.

"Where the hell are your clothes?!" Beatrice yelled at him without looking at his way and he stopped. He looked down and remembered he was only wearing a towel.

'So that's why she got embarrassed all of a sudden. I thought she… haha,' Lucas chuckled knowing he escaped confrontation by a hair's breadth. He was thankful to the Gods that luck was on his side today.

"They're in the laundry." He went near the fridge to get some cold water after getting so nervous over nothing. His heart was still beating as fast as an athlete's but it was now calming down.

"Then wear them!"

"They're dirty and besides I'm mostly half-naked here in the house. You should get used to it." He couldn't help but tease Beatrice seeing her all flustered and blushing.

He grinned as Beatrice stuttered as she told him to wear clothes and she couldn't help but tease her more.

"Hmm. Nah It's more refreshing this way, you should try it once in a while, Wife"

He winked at her and he was clearly enjoying this situation.

"Wear some clothes, pervert!"

He noticed that Beatrice's eyes glanced up and down at him and his grin widened as he saw her taking a huge gulp. He would always train and exercise his body so he knew it was kind of masculine and ripped but seeing his wife drooling over him made his heart melt.

He never felt this fuzzy feeling when other women would stare at him with their eyes that are literally unclothing him. He thought it was disgusting and uncomfortable but with Beatrice, it was a whole new experience.

He wanted her eyes to only see him. Like before.

"Who's the pervert here? You're clearly checking me out." He chuckled seeing her all embarrassed.

"I..I'm not checking you out. I've got my fair share of men with naked bodies and.. y..yours isn't that great"

His face darkened and his mind was clouded with blackness as he felt a pang in his chest. It was uncomfortable and his stomach felt like twisting. He felt anger rushing through his veins with the thought of Beatrice with other men.

'I thought she never had a boyfriend or went out with other men?'

He went near her as anger was shrouding his vision. He wants her to take it back. He wants to know if what she said was true.

"Really? Are theirs greater than mine?" He grabbed her hands and placed it on his body letting it travel further down.

"St-op! What are you doing?!"

Lucas saw fear in Beatrice's face and was brought back to reality. His anger suddenly subsided seeing her cower in fear and his heart ached knowing he made his wife afraid of him.

No! 'What am I doing?! This is not what I want?!'

He felt guilty and mad for what he has done. That was not his intention but he was blinded with rage and he lost control.

'Fuck! I'm a disappointment as a husband. I'm a disappointment as a man. I made her scared. I made her scared of me.'

"Don't rile me up and mention other men besides me, wife."

No, no he intended to say sorry. He should have said sorry but his mouth moved on its own. His pride was as high as Mt. Everest and he wanted to punch himself for that.

"And what if I don't?" Beatrice provoked him and that was not something he needed today. His mind was all in chaos.

"Then I might do something you'll regret afterward and you know what I mean, wife"

'Oh fuck! I said it out loud. Oh shit!'

Lucas just wanted to shut the hell up and not let his fucking pride get the best of him.

'But now she's clearly hating me. Now I'm making everything worse'

"Wait, Are you jealous?!"

He suddenly halted. He was not the type of person to be easily jealous but when it comes to Beatrice he just wanted other guys near her to fuck off.

Does she know I have feelings for her?

Does she?

"I'm not, " Lucas doesn't want to be exposed, now was not the right time for her to know.

"You Are jealous" Beatrice chuckled and Lucas was in awe seeing her smile and laugh like that. It was like flowers were surrounding her and making her shine brighter in his eyes.

He wished she would always smile like that every day and wanted the reason for her happiness to be him.

"But why were you jealous?" She asked him and Lucas wanted to drop the topic right away. He couldn't afford being busted now and his pride wouldn't take it.

"I told you I am not jealous and why would I be jealous in the first place?"

"I don't know, ask yourself." Lucas knew she was enjoying her time of pushing him in the corner but he doesn't like it one bit.

"One: I-am-not-jealous.

Two: I've never been jealous of someone

Three: I don't even have feelings for you to be jealous."

He pursed his lips knowing he was lying but he didn't want to get caught by Beatrice.

"Then what's with your weird attitude a while ago?"

Beatrice was slightly annoyed and it was apparent in her voice.

'Maybe she was annoyed because she's not having the upper hand right now.' Lucas thought to himself.

"Weird attitude? I was not acting weird " he defended himself.

"Yes, you were. You suddenly got mad earlier, you ordered me not to talk about other men and threatened me. Why would you even do that?"

Yes, he admits that he was acting out of action earlier but he was mad hearing Beatrice mention other random guys and he was clouded with anger. He admits he was not thinking properly as he did that to her.

"Because you're my wife"

Lucas just blurted an excuse out of nowhere and he was ready to punch himself with its absurdness.

"Then why...were you. Ugh, this conversation is going nowhere it's just making me stupid."

She walked out and Lucas was dumbfounded with her sudden action

"Where are you going, wife?"

"How many times should I tell you not to call me wife? And I'm just going to my room to sort out my mind which became stupid after that conversation."

Lucas felt another pang in his chest, he wanted to share his time together with his wife. He wanted to be with her and savor their moments together. He wanted to make her comfortable around him.

But because of his stupid actions, his wants are just mere dreams.