Page 19 of Roommates
Lucas looked at me with nothing but sympathy in his eyes. No judgement in his gaze. Of course not.
He was amazing like that. He didn't judge people by their genetics—or by what they thought of those genetics. “I'm sorry,” he said. “What would you like to be if you had the freedom to choose?”
“Honestly?”
Lucas nodded.
He really wanted to know. Okay then. “I always thought it would be neat to coach a football team.”
“Like in the NFL?”
“No. I’m not actuallythatinterested in pro football.” I laughed as we came to a stop by the side of the slide where we could watch the rafts going down. Not that I was really interested in the rafts right then, no. My focus was on Lucas and what I was about tell him. What I wanted to do with my life was a little embarrassing to admit, but I knew I could confide in Lucas. “I want to coach a high school team. Or even junior high. I like children. They’re still playing for the excitement of it.”
“Really?” Lucas smiled. “I think you'd make a great coach.”
“Yeah, it's just too bad it's never going to happen.” Like so many other things I wanted to happen. Like a second night with Lucas. My eyes trailed to his lips again, as if drawn there by magnetic force.
I shouldn't kiss him.
Especiallynot in public.
But no one here knew that I was an alpha and he a beta. At least not anyone aside from our friends—
who weren't around right now. And Lucas was looking at me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and he wanted it too.
But I'd thought he wanted itlasttime, and then...
And then Lucas leaned in and kissed me before I even had a chance to follow that thought to its end. In fact, my thoughts completely blanked the moment I felt his lips on mine. There was that scent again, barely noticeable, but I caught it anyway. Something sweet and spicy at the same time. Like the honey chai latte my sister liked—and which I'd secretly started drinking as well. God, I wanted more of that.
More of Lucas.
But he broke away before I could pull him closer.
“Lucas...” I muttered, staring at the beta in front of me, who seemed just as shocked as I was.
He raised a hand to his lips. “I'm sorry, I...”
“No, don't be sorry.” I caught his wrist. “There's nothing to be sorry for, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, but he didn't seem entirely convinced. That moment, a raft came down the slide beside us, shooting into the water and splashing waves well over the fence where we stood. Between one second and the next, we went from dry to completely soaked.
I heard someone laugh as I stroked wet locks of hair back from my face and tried to compute what had even happened.
It was Nathan, the bastard. Apparently he and the others got back just in time to see Lucas and me getting splashed. Of fucking course. Nathan, Raphael and Conner all featured some wet spots on their clothes too, but even going down the water slide, they hadn't been soaked the way Lucas and I had.
“You guys should have gone on the slide with us,” Raphael pointed out. “You look like wet poodles.”
“Screw you,” I said, stepping away from the ride before even more water could hit me. Lucas followed me, and it was only then that I realized he had to because I was still holding his wrist. In front of everyone.
Slowly, I let go, wondering if anyone had noticed. Maybe not, but as I turned to our friends again, Conner looked at me as if he knew exactly what Lucas and I had been doing while they were gone.
Oh well. It wasn't like I regretted anything.
The only thing I regretted was that our kiss hadn't lasted longer.
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