chapter73 Domesticated

he has never done something like this before, he never thought something like would happen to him.

apart from Grace, he has never been attracted to anyone in anyway especially not sexually.

if Grace Tang didn't exist, he would have been asexual. no doubt about it. he has that unexplainable 'situation' when it comes to women and men are... just men. but Grace exists and she is the reason why he is trying to go to sleep with his normally docile testicle standing at attention in his pants.

if not for the doctors assuring him that his junior is working just fine, he was pretty certain that he is impotent. except for those times his little cowboy would stair in his pants because of a certain someone, it was docile to say the least.

but here he is, with a member so hard, it might just explode and this is not the first time he had to go to bed with a raging pole. there was that time Grace stayed over for the night. she had spent the night in the guestroom, preparing to go sleep but life had to happen and he ended up with a photographic imagery of his girl bare and smooth leg clothed in nothing but his sweater. for some reason, his brain was telling him that she wasn't wearing anything else -Nothing! that thought only was enough to bring his little guy back to life in no time at all even after a cold -COLD! shower.

this time around, Grace brought her own change of clothes much to his relief and dismay. he liked seeing her in his clothes. but the damage has already been done. he can still fee the ghost of her hand gripping him down there and her weight against his hip from straddling him.

he won't be able to catch any sleep.

he has to fall asleep. fast. for two reasons. firstly, he has an important meeting with the Senior staff meeting to attend in one of his leading companies. secondly and most importantly, if he doesn't go to sleep soon he'll start to over think again.

some way, some how, he managed to get some shut eye and thankfully his hard-on deflated somewhere in the middle of his peaceful and dreamless sleep.

it isn't a surprise that he woke up with a boisterous smile. why wouldn't he? it's a good day. the sun is shining, his girlfriend is beautiful and happy and.. other reasons to be freakishly happy.

speaking of his girlfriend, he should probably check on her. when he knocked on the guest room's door, he didn't receive a response so he decided to peek into the room but she wasn't there. the only sign that someone slept there is the poorly made bed. he checked the restroom but she wasn't there either.

he isn't afraid to admit that he is has a ton of insecurities but he was determined not to let negative thoughts like -'maybe she left. maybe she escaped' flood his mind so he locked them up in a dark closet at the back of his mind. but the pessimism stayed as he searched the house.

he found her in the least expected of places. the kitchen.

Grace is dressed in one of her old basketball jerseys. he hasn't worn the jersey in a long time because it became to small for him but same jersey fell lazily and drooping on her shoulders even the jersey shorts she is wearing looks like it was tied to her waist

"good morning" she greeted as soon as she saw him

"morning. what's all this?" Lucas teased gesturing at the mess of eggs, flour and.. burnt bacon? on the kitchen's counter top.

"I made breakfast or at least I tried to and I learnt that bacon gets burnt really fast like really, really fast" Grace said sheepishly.

"but...?" there has to be more than the story right?

"but, when the amazing miss Grace Tang sets her mind on a goal, there is no stopping until the goal is achieved" her cheerful dramaticism alone was enough to put a smile back on his face and chase his pessimism away. "after a ton of burnt bacons, failed pancake experiments and a couple of sad egg, I present to you, Madame Grace's delicacy!"

'Madame Grace's victory' is a neat pile of toast, scrambled eggs, apple slices and fruit juice. it looks nice and edible and it smells nice too hopefully, it tastes good. truth be told, even if it tastes like crap he would still eat it and love it. Grace has obviously never cooked anything before and the first meal she had ever made was prepared specially for him. how could he not love it?

"come on, enjoy" Grace winked charmingly

'I am such a weak man' Lucas chuckled to himself as he felt himself twitch.

he didn't realise how hungry he is until he started eating 'this is actually quite delicious' he said soon after he swallowed.

it wasn't a false compliment. the eggs had almond milk in it and was seasoned just right, not too much and not bland either even the toasts has a tang of cinnamon in it. -delicious stuff. especially for a Grace classed rookie.

"really?" she tried to hide her surprise and appear confident in 'cooking skills'. "it's good you like it because I'm never doing this again. the heat, my nails, tiny pieces of egg shells that keeps mixing with the eggs. never again"

Lucas grinned at her and then kissed the back of her right hand. 'what a wonderful woman' he thought.

"next time, I'll prepare a breakfast feast or better still, my mom wouldn't mind of we visit for breakfast"

the rest of breakfast passed in a blur of utensils clinking on fine stoneware plates. they both cleaned (Lucas cleaned up) and they went about preparing for the rest of their day.

since Grace didn't bring her car to his house, Lucas made himself responsible for dropping her at work. they parted ways with a kiss. it felt normal, it felt domesticated going to bed and waking up together -if not in the same room but in the same house, having breakfast together, cleaning up together and dropping her off at the rest. it feels domesticated and he likes it. he loves it.