Page 13 of Bratva Past

“Isaac? What is going on?” Lucy asked.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

He stepped into the hallway, and Lucy closed the door.

“You’re soaking wet.”

“It’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you were fine.”

Lucy had stepped away from him, and then turned to look at him. “You did?”

“Yeah, there are possible power outages, and I didn’t want you to be alone.”

There was a slight smile to her lips and he watched her press them together, nod, and then start to make her way down the hall. He couldn’t help but follow. Also, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from admiring the full curves of her juicy ass. It was odd to see her in a pair of jeans, and he was having a hard time concentrating.

She went into the downstairs bathroom, and he watched as she opened a door, then stretched up to grab a towel. He was so distracted by her curvy ass, he didn’t even offer to help. Seconds later, she turned to him, and he quickly looked back up at her face, and she smiled.

“What were you doing?” Lucy asked.

“Nothing.”

“Were you checking out my ass?”

“I might have been.”

There was a giggle that came from her, but it wasn’t irritating or forced. It was a genuine laughter, like she couldn’t quite contain herself.

She wrapped a towel around him and rubbed at his shoulders. “We’ve got to get you dry.”

“Have you heard from your friends?”

“Yeah, Marge called me. Everyone is fine, but they’re going to stay a few extra days, until the rain subsides.” Lucy stepped back as he took the towel from her and quickly dried his hair. “I figured I’d go to the home tomorrow, when the rain subsides, and do a bit of cleaning or something like that, so the place is in tip-top shape when they all return.”

“I can come with you if you would like,” he said.

“Come with me?”

“Yeah, I can help.”

“You want to help me clean up?”

He nodded. The truth was, he just liked spending time with Lucy. When he was around her, she made all the bad shit disappear. It stopped him thinking about the shit that happened with his father. It helped him to just focus on the now, rather than the crap that happened.

“I’d like that,” Lucy said.

She then gasped and he pulled her into his arms, as the lights went out.

“I guess we’re getting those power outages after all.”

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Lucy handed Isaac theplate of sandwiches she made for him, and then took a seat beside him. She didn’t feel like cooking, and the stove was workable, but the electric oven was not.

She also didn’t have any of the machines to help light the gas, to use the stove. Isaac didn’t have a lighter either, nor matches, so they couldn’t eat cooked food. At least, she had enough bread and fillings to make sandwiches.

Opening the bag of cheese-and-sour-cream chips, she grabbed one, then picked up the bag to shake it toward Isaac. She loved the flavor of them. “Care for a chip?”

He looked at the bag, and then shrugged, delving in, and grabbing a chip. He put one in his mouth and started to chew.

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