Page 64 of You Chive Me Crazy
My eyes shot open, and I froze, staring in horror at the compromising position I had gotten myself into.
I was attached to Lucas like Velcro.
My head rested on his chest, my arm draped across his divine midsection, and the inside of my knee rested on the top of his thigh.
How had that happened? My heart was pumping so fast it was going to run out of blood at any moment. Sure, I would admit that my body parts were happy from the skin-on-skin contact, but my thoughts were frantic and fearful of the possibility of Lucas waking up at this precise moment.
I would die of embarrassment.
Cursing myself, I tried to delicately and strategically extricate myself from the situation without waking him up, one body part at a time. I started with my arm, slowly lifting it, and then inching it away gently.
Success.
Next was my leg, butterflying it open so there was no more skin contact, then lowering it by sliding my heel on the sheets toward the edge of the bed. It felt like I was trying to untangle myself from a spider’s web while juggling a live grenade, but luckily, I had done it.
Last, I lifted my head off his chest, but then froze when he shifted his body position underneath me.
I hovered over Lucas, not moving a muscle, inches from his face.
Don’t wake up, don’t wake up, don’t wake up.
I held my breath for what seemed like an eternity, and when I was certain he was asleep again, I pushed my body away with the palm of my hand on the mattress, sliding out of the bed and wincing as the floorboard squeaked underneath my feet on the way to the bathroom.
Letting out a sigh, I quietly closed the door behind me. I had just narrowly escaped a disaster, and yet, the reality of what I had just woken up to left me smiling.
A few minutes later, I came out of the bathroom and got another surprise. Lucas standing there, his chest on full display, of course.
“Good morning,” he said, as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Did you sleep well?”
I hesitated, nodding way too many times. “Yeah . . . Very well. Yup.” I couldn’t stop myself from nodding.
Lucas studied me. “You’re acting strange. Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Observant men are the worst.
He grinned and added, “You had a dream about me?”
“No,” I lied.
Lucas shrugged. “That’s too bad. I had a dream about you.” He laughed quietly and pushed past me into the bathroom.
I blinked. “What kind of dream?”
He wagged his finger. “You tell me and I’ll tell you.”
“I have nothing to tell,” I said.
Lucas leaned against the doorframe. “Fine. I guess you’ll never know about my dream then. Changing topics, we should stop and see Dr. Bonebrake before we pick up the food truck. I think it would be a good idea for you to have a follow-up visit to get his opinion.”
I nodded. “I agree.”
Lucas stared at me. “You agree? You never agree with me. Are you feeling all right? You did have a dream about me, didn’t you?”
“Absolutely,” I said, trying to lay on the heavy snark. “I dreamed your ego was a potato, and it was so big, I could feed the entire city of LA with it.”
“Was the potato wearing a white towel? I bet it was.” He chuckled and closed the bathroom door behind him.
“Dream on!” I called out for good measure.
