Page 58 of Lucy
Twin: It’s cool. Now I know why my hand was hurting out of nowhere. Be careful with our body, Luce LOL
Abel: WTF? Do I need to beat someone’s ass again?
Me: No, calm down. I cut my hand on some glass.
Abel: Come home. Let me take care of you, Hell Raiser.
My stomach knotted up and I glanced at Chase in the kitchen. He was busy heating up our food and getting us something to drink. Normally when Abel called, I came running but I couldn’t keep doing that.
Me: I’m gonna stay with Hush.
Abel: Oh…yeah. Okay, sis.
Twin: Have fun, Luce. See you in the morning.
I dropped the phone on the couch and shut my eyes. I was doing the right thing. The first step to falling out of love with Abel was to put distance between us. I went into the kitchen with Chase and sat on the counter.
“You know I have perfectly good chairs you can sit on, right Lucy?”
“I want to sit closer to you,” I confessed, swinging my legs. Even sitting on the counter, I wasn’t as tall as him. I reached out and rubbed the top of his head. His waves were so deep and shiny. I had to touch his hair. He looked up at me and smiled a little.
I dragged my finger down his sideburn and then pulled my hand away quickly. “Sorry.” I let a sheepish grin creep across my face.
“It’s cool, Lucy.” He handed me a plate and I took it, heading to his room instead of the couch. “Where are you headed, Crazy?”
“I’m tired. Can we watch TV in here? Please, Weirdo?”
“You sure the couch won’t work? You can stretch your legs out on me.”
“Tempting, but no. I want to lie down.”
“Okay but don’t hog my bed,” he warned.
“When have you ever known me to hog anything?” I kicked off my shoes and went straight to his dresser for a shirt.
“Um, Lucy…you’re hogging my space right now.”
“I’m not. Hey, can I wear this blue shirt?”
“Sure,” Chase chuckled.
“Thanks, Weirdo.” I disappeared into the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed in Chase’s shirt. It smelled like his laundry detergent and for some reason that meant everything to me.
It was simple and mundane but it made me feel closer to him. I was a part of his mundane. I held the collar to my nose and inhaled before walking into the bedroom.
Chase’s long legs were sprawled out on the bed and he’d taken off his shirt. It was sinful how good he looked in a tank top. Thick strokes of ink covered his shoulders and arms. I never got to see his tattoos at work because he usually wore long sleeves. I loved staring at them when I got the chance though.
I liked staring at Chase.
He was sexy.
I hated thinking about him that way because we were friends but I couldn’t help it. His skin was reddish brown, like a gingersnap. Like clay soil. His cheekbones were high and chiseled and his lips…Jesus, those lips.
“Are you gonna eat?” His voice snapped me out of my creepy staring trance and I nodded, climbing on the bed with him. “Let’s watch this Kevin Hart stand up,” he said clicking the remote.
“Cool.” I snuggled up close to him and devoured my food.
“Thank you for sticking up for me, Lucy.” His words were quiet but sincere and they tugged at my core.
