Chapter 16

A small gulp forms in my throat, and he continues to say, "I wouldn't do anything you're not willing to do." The gulp escapes from my throat, wow I can't believe he said that with such intensity. One would assume that he was being absolutely serious on the matter— I laugh and sway my hand in the air saying, "Stop playing with me Lucas. It's not good to play around with a girl's heart."

A small chuckle escapes from his lips, "Who says that I am?"

A small gasp escaped from my lips when he said this to me. My hand covers my mouth, as I realize that this man is being very serious with me and I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about any of this. Lucas leans in a little closer, "What? Cat caught your tongue?" He says while removing my hand from my mouth as he looks at me intently, he then grazes his thumb across my bottom lip. My heart melts just a little, am I ready for another relationship like this— with a good guy and then gone in a slash. Nah I ain't with that period, I shake my head and stand up quickly , grabbing my bag "I'm sorry but I have to go. This is getting too much for me here. I'm truly sorry." I rush to the door and he runs after me, just before I rush out the door he runs behind me and his arm is stretched out in front of me—keeping the door shut.

I turn around to face him, his blue eyes staring into my brown eyes, moving side to side as if searching for something. My chest rising and falling and my back planted into the door, his eyes stopped moving side to side and directed his concentration on my lips. "Why are you in such a rush? I thought that everything was going well."

A smile graces my lips, I shake my head, "It's nothing for you to worry about." Lightly placing my hand on his chest playfully. His face reads, 'That's the biggest load of shit I have ever heard.'

'Why is he lookin' at me as if he doesn't believe me?' I think to myself.

Lucas leans in closer to me, "You don't have to lie to me or yourself. It's not healthy to do that, you know."

Backing even further into the door, "What are you talking about, I'm not lying to myself."

He steps closer to me, "Sure you are. I know that you're attracted to me just as I am attracted to you— of course." Lucas looks at me with soft yet tender eyes.

A scoff escapes from my lips, "What? It's good that you found someone to be attracted to."

He cups my left cheek, lightly grazing it with his thumb, looking into my eyes with his ocean blue eyes that's as vast as the open sea. "So, you're not attracted to me?"

Moving my eyes from side to side as if I'm searching for something— wondering if he's being absolutely serious. He moves his head downward to look deeply into my eyes, so that I can see if he was being absolutely serious.

A feeling of fear washed over me, what if he died by Quinton's hand or one of his goons? It's not about loving him, it's about losing him. Would he want to continue to be with someone like me who's followed by death. 'You need to figure out what's going on.' I think to myself. 'Perhaps kissing him would clarify a little bit more things for me, but I can't just kiss him what if there isn't a spark— scratch that, you know there's a spark— you're just upset that he caught up to you and now you're trapped under his stare and don't know how to feel.' I think to myself, adding on 'That's true. But if I have to be honest with myself. I have to say that I enjoy having him around and being around him. Lucas makes me feel safe and wanted again. But since I'm afraid that the same thing that happened to Aquila will happen to him.'

I feel like a teenage girl that's trapped between a rock and a hard place and I'm not sure where that feeling came from. My eyes move to the floor, he's not wrong whatsoever on how I feel about him and I can't be afraid or compare him to a man that he doesn't even know. His fate won't be the same as Aquila's; I can't be afraid of love or falling in love. It truly makes no sense but I have to take a leap too— since he's so willing to blockade me at his front door. I look up at him in the eyes with a new found sense of confidence. All I know is that I want to kiss him— right now.

Stepping closer to him, I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him close to me, and my lips are so near to his and I look up into his eyes. "Perhaps, this is something to explore after all." I place my lips on his and pull him closer to me wanting more of him. He deepens the kiss as his fingers linger in my hair pulling me into his warm chest.

His hand trails up my shirt and I place my hand on his chest to stop it from going any further. Lucas inches away from my lips as a small cool breeze finds its way between us. "Why did you stop it?" He says breathlessly and leans his forehead against mine.

"I have to go home. Besides I have a feeling that if we continue I won't be home till tomorrow in the morning and Fei will be worried about me." His eyebrows furrowed and I said, "Especially with what happened last night between me and Quinton."

He scoffs at the mention of Quinton and takes a small step back. "Well you have a point there, you want me to take you home?"

Looking at him from head to toe— damn this man is fine and I want to stay here with him, but I say to him "No. I'll take an Uber or Lyft, whichever is the cheapest to get home."

He places his hand on my chin rubbing it with his thumb lightly, "It's not. How about I pay for your way back home," he says while looking at me up and down, "since you won't let me take you home." Lucas pulls out his phone and pays for an Uber ride to his house for me.

Honestly, at first I was a little upset to hear that Fei told him anyway but I'm happy that she did. What was a terrible experience one night turns into a beautiful night the next, I will never forget this moment between us. He turns to look at me while putting on his jacket saying, "So, your Uber should be here in three minutes."

"Wow, you're going to walk me down. I get five star treatment today, don't spoil me too much, I might get used to this."

He leans down close to my ear saying, "I want you to get used to this, because you deserve it and I would've given more, but uh— you have to go home. I guess another day." The heat of his breath lingers on the side of my face and it smells like the sweet smell of wine.