Chapter 9


    I take a deep breath as I lock the bathroom door behind, really do not want Lucas walking in on me


    changing, though something tells me that it would take more then a bathroom lock to stop him getting


    to something which he desires. I nce around the bathroom, stopping once my eyesnd upon the


    mirror, Jesus! I look a mess. I watch my reflection in horror as I take in the curls which fell messily from


    my ponytail, good thing I didn''t wear any makeup this morning, I mean who wears makeup when


    running? it just ends up being a mess anyway. I cannot believe he threw me in the sea and then didn''t


    even say anything about how much of a mess I looked. Maybe he doesn''t care about what you look


    like? My mind really needs to shut up, I can''t start thinking like that, I mean we''ve kissed, he threw me


    in the sea and now I am in his home, about to wear his clothes, I am already in way too deep with this


    man.


    I quickly remove my wet clothing, remembering Mr Davey''s warning about keeping him waiting,


    realising when it was toote that he had only given me grey t-shirt and pair of boxers, damn him! relief


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    washes over me when I notice that the shirt reaches just above my knees, well thank god for that! at


    least it isn''t too revealing.


    I fold my clothes up before unlocking the door and carrying them downstairs with me, attempting to


    keep my head held high, I shall not let him turn me into a stuttering mess.


    "My my, someone looks better in my clothes then I do" My eyes widen as I notice him leaning against


    the doorframe watching me intensely! how did I not notice him before.


    "Thank you Mr Davey" I attempt to hide my blush as I reach the bottom of the stairs.


    "Call me Lucas, I mean, you are in my home, wearing my clothes. I don''t think there''s any need for this


    Mr Davey nonsense, well not yet anyway" He smirks to himself, leaving words unsaid, not yet? holy


    crap this man is going to be the end of me


    "Come on Lizzie, I have a pot of coffee made. Believe it or not I feel bad that you might get ill from me


    being inconsiderate" I watch him carefully, the cold hard demeanour disappearing once again, Lucas


    was giving me whish, one moment he was making feeling like a small child and the next he''s acting


    as if he really cares about my wellbeing?


    "Well are youing or not" I nod my head as he leads me towards the kitchen and pulls at a stool


    situated in front of a breakfast bar "Here, sit. How do you have your coffee?"


    I stare dumbfounded, confused as to what changed between going upstairs and now "Erm, milk 2


    sugars please" Something tells me I will never understand Lucas.


    "and here I was thinking you were sweet enough" As Lucas winks, I burst outughing, earning myself


    a weird look. "Something funny Lizzie?" Still in my fit ofughter I attempt to reply "tha..that was so


    cheesy!" Myughter suddenly stops as Lucas is stood before me, a serious look upon his face "all the


    different ways I could have stopped youughing Miss Sevenfold" His eyes swirl a darker colour, oh


    how I''m starting to love his eyes, I understand now why people describe eyes as windows to the soul.


    "Oh really, and how do you suppose you do that?" I watch him carefully, waiting for his reaction.


    "Well you''ve stoppedughing now so how could I possibly show you?" He murmurs as he brings his


    face closer to mine.


    "Then how about you demonstrate what you would do if I were stillughing" My voice lowers into a


    whisper as I watch his every move.


    His hand cupped my cheek as gently brought his lips down onto mine, kissing me softly before pulling


    away "well there''s that" he walks away, continuing to make coffee as I''m left attempting to regain my


    breathing. How is he so unaffected by that, he kissed me so softly, Jesus, that was nothing like the first


    kiss, the first one was lust, but that one, that was something entirely different.


    "Here''s your coffee" I didn''t notice him stood in front of me until he speaks, causing me to jump.


    "Something the matter Lizzie? you seem a little on edge" the humour is clear in is eyes, knowing full


    well he is to me for me being on edge, but no I shall not give him the satisfaction.


    "Nothing is matter at all Lucas, I mean nothing has happened that will ever leave any sort of


    impression" I smile sweetly as he growls, lunging for me, "I shall show you an impression" His lips


    press to mine once again, this time with much work force then before as he hands rest of my hips. holy


    fuck his lips feel perfect on mine, I should not be kissing my teacher but Jesus it feels so good. Lucas


    bites at my lower lip causing me to gasp at the dominance which is clearly disyed through the kiss.


    As he pulls away, we are both out of breath,


    "Better impression for you, Miss Sevenfold?" his lips are still millimetres from mine.


    "Much better" I whisper, biting my lip. I wanted to feel his lips on mine over and over again.


    Lucas pulls away, causing me to frown "Now now, none of that. If you are good, then maybe I''ll reward


    you with some more. Nowe, bring your coffee, there''s some things I wish to discuss with you"


    Lucas walks out of the room as it hurries to catch up with him. I wonder what he wants to say to me.