It pissed me off I would notice that about the guy in the first place, so I didn’t interact much with him. What had been immediately clear was that I needed to distance myself from Lucas fucking Storey. Not only was he appealing, which was motherfucking weird since I’d never felt that before for any guy, but his hems and haws and bumbling words made him goddamn cute in my eyes. Too cute since I’d snapped at the prospect over a little comment. Luckily, my brothers took it as me showing the prospect about respect. At the time, I hadn’t even thought of that. I’d known Lucas had heard the prospect’s words and didn’t want him upset over it.
Why was he different to other guys?
Why the fuck would I notice him and his smooth skin and bright green eyes?
I went away from that first official meeting confused as fuck. I thought it was just because I’d been tired, but it seemed every damn time Saint spoke about Lucas, my ears would perk up to hear what was said.
This shit confused the hell out of me.
The second meeting, Saint had called to see if I’d wanted to hang out at his place. I needed to see if the first time was a fluke so I could shove whatever it was down the drain and get on with my days without thinking about Lucas.
Yet, when I’d found the front door unlocked, Lucas in his own bubble with music playing, it pissed me way the hell off. He was unprotected. Anyone could have walked in and harmed him in a way I knew I didn’t want to see. He’d surprised me with his attitude back when I gave him a hard time. When his brother got there, I thought that Saint would help in getting him to listen, but I wasn’t sure Saint had seen just how out of it Lucas became when he was studying. Then he saw it with his own eyes.
Christ, I wanted to take Lucas away from there to the compound where I knew not only I would watch him, but the brothers would as well. I fucking hated the thought of Lucas in his own goddamn world at the library or coffee shop.
He was smart. Probably smarter than all of us, so why couldn’t he see the danger in getting lost around people he didn’t even know?
That second encounter put Lucas on my mind more than I’d expected. I couldn’t stop picturing him in his tee and sweatpants relaxing, smiling, getting angry, even when we’d all got on his case.
The thought of grabbing him, wrapping my hand in his fucking amazing curly hair, and kissing him again hit me hard, shocking me to the core.
My attention to Lucas was a need to look out for him for Saint’s sake. It wasn’t though. And I called bullshit right away.
And then I was left with why him?
I’d never, fucking never, been into a guy before.
What made him catch my attention?
Frustrated, I scrubbed a hand over my face and kicked out at my bed. The mattress tipped up and then back down.
I’d fucked things up. Massively.
But it was probably for the best. I couldn’t be interested in a guy. Women were my thing. I loved fucking them.
Then why had I sought Lucas out after I’d noticed what had been in my internet history? I’d forgotten to delete it—a stupid move on my part, especially after Lucas had had it. Hell, if I’d been in the same boat, I would have done the same and looked through his phone. He would have seen it, so I’d just had to question him about it. I’d planned to play it off as one of the brothers fucking with me and putting that on there, but as soon as I saw him and he started his hemming and hawing, acting like he didn’t see shit, I couldn’t.
Fucking foolish move admitting to Lucas how he drove me insane.
Christ, I didn’t even know if I was someone he’d go for, but it’d been too late. I’d had him in my arms, my brain telling me to feel things out, see if it was just a damn phase or some shit. But when I had him there, in my arms, with my lips on his, and I felt him start to pull back, I didn’t want to let go. I took his mouth, and he seemed to like it. He grabbed on instead of shoving me off.
That fucking kiss.
That goddamn kiss.
It’d be seared into my head for the rest of my life.
I thought it’d be weird kissing a guy, but in the moment, it hadn’t been. Then I royally screwed things up when I freaked out, hearing Saint’s voice. I’d seen the flash of pain on Lucas’s features, and my gut had twisted. It still did each time the moment ran through my mind.
Then I went and royally screwed up more by sending that text in a moment of fear.
Fear because he was a guy.
Fear if anyone found out and the shit we’d get.
Fear over liking it.
Fear over wanting more and what that meant for me.
I wasn’t willing to change my life. I liked my damn life as it was. Lucas couldn’t just rock into it and have my head and body switching things up.
He couldn’t.
So it was good I’d sent the text. He’d get the picture. That was if he got the text. No, he did. I’d stolen his phone off his desk when I’d stood and managed to get his number in my phone before I hit the front door. He would have since seen it.
Then why did I wish he hadn’t?
It was a dick move.
I should have just left it alone and never seen him again. I knew it’d be hard, but he’d managed to dodge me after seeing what was on my phone. It brought me back to wondering why he’d dodged me? My lips tipped up. If
