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Chapter 963: Chapter 20 : A Bed for Two

*Sasha*

“All day?" I gaped at Lucas. “We have to wait here all day tomorrow before they can send a car for us?"

“Unless you want to walk...." He chuckled over his stew, popping a large bite of beef into his mouth. “I just managed to catch the post before it left. They might not get my message until the morning. Considering that I am giving them little notice, that is no time really. How did you think we were going to get there with the train tracks stopping here in Leviss?"

“Haven't they ever heard of a bus?" I mumbled, stirring my own stew. I frowned as a chicken leg, foot and all, surfaced through the sludge.

“It's supposed to be lucky," Lucas winked at me.

“Waiting all day in the middle of nowhere for a ride?" I asked, poking the chicken foot with my spoon.

“No, getting the chicken leg. Are you going to eat it?" He stopped my spoon poking with his own.

“Umm… I'd rather not. Is it impolite to—"

Lucas scooped my chicken leg free and gnawed the meat off the bone. “Your loss," he grinned.

I got the impression, though, given the frown on the buxom waitress's face, that Lucas had just saved me from a major social faux pas. “Thank you," I mouthed.

Lucas's eyes twinkled and he set the bone aside. “Isn't it exciting, going west?"

“I don't know," I mumbled again. “If it wasn't a trip to stop me from being sucked into the void of time, it might be."

“The further west we get from the capital, the less developed the villages become," Lucas explained. I figured he was doing his best to keep my mind off of the possibility of disappearing again. “It is a bit inconvenient to have to wait on a car. But otherwise, we'd be twiddling our thumbs for who knows how long before Eliza would be free to come to the capital."

I sighed heavily.

“It'll be okay, princess." Lucas smiled at me.

My toes curled, and the warmth that suffused my stomach had nothing to do with stew.

I cleared my throat. “We should probably talk about sleeping arrangements."

“Sleeping arrangements?" Lucas said.

“Yes. Now, I am more than happy to take the floor...." I suggested.

“Sasha. We're both grown adults. I think we can sleep in a bed together without having problems," Lucas replied.

I swallowed. “Depends on your definition of 'problems.'"

Lucas reached across the table and covered my hand with his. “Nothing you don't want to happen will

ever happen when you're with me, Sasha. I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

The warmth in my stomach spread to other places, but I managed a nod. It really was silly to think two mature adults couldn't share a bed without… issues. “Okay. We can give it a try."

“Good to hear," Lucas said. He looked at my bowl of stew and raised an eyebrow. “Are you gonna finish that?"

“Help yourself," I said, trading my bowl for his empty one.

“Chicken leg did you in, huh? Don't worry. There shouldn't be any in breakfast," Lucas responded.

He quickly finished the remaining stew and dropped a few coins on the table. He patted his belly then pulled me to my feet.

Since the waitress was still glaring death at me, I decided her problem might have less to do with the stew and more with my proximity to Lucas.

Lucas followed my gaze, then chuckled and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight to his side. “Don't pull away. I'm hoping this little display means she won't be glowering at us over breakfast."

“Not interested?" I whispered, a little furry jealous beastie poking me in the gut. I was not nearly as well-endowed as she was.

“Yes, but not in her," Lucas murmured, ushering me towards the stairs.

My cheeks got hot, and only got hotter when Lucas swung the door to our upstairs room open.

All hopes of maybe creating a pillow barrier between us were dashed. The bed was small… no, tiny, very tiny. How it was meant to hold even just Lucas boggled my mind. The two of us…?

“I really can sleep on the floor," I wheezed.

Lucas also swallowed, but shook his head firmly. “No… No, no," he said. “We can do this. It's just a matter of some creative arranging." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I could just imagine the creative arranging he was thinking about. I was having visions of the same. Still, I was just as determined as he was to prove we could be professional, mature adults. “Okay."

Lucas gave a decisive nod.

We both looked at our bags that had been set down next to the bed. I wondered if a T-shirt and boxers was going to be enough armor against Lucas Black.

“I packed light," Lucas explained before I could say anything. “If you don't mind, I'll just wear my boxers. Sorry, I wasn't expecting...."

“No, that's fine," I said, my mouth dry. “I'll—“

It was then I noticed the ties on my bag were different than I had tied them. “Um… Lucas? Do you think our bags have been tampered with?"

Lucas frowned and set me behind him before approaching our bags. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, if

one of them got the orb...."

I shivered. “I doubt it. It still feels very present to me."

Still, Lucas checked his bag and handed me mine.

He gave a sharp nod of approval when he saw everything he'd packed was still there.

When I opened my bag, however, I scowled at the rumpled mess my neatly folded clothes were in.

I began to feel sick to my stomach, and felt my face turn sour as I rummaged through and figured out what was missing.

“What's wrong?" Lucas growled.

“Someone went through my bag and took… all of my bras and underwear."

I looked inside again and stared. Then I snatched the bag from Lucas and began rummaging. But they were, indeed, gone, right down to the boxers and shirt I slept in. Of course, a shirt that said, “Every Day is Pajama Day" was probably just a bit too obvious for whatever pervert had ransacked my bag.

“Sasha?" Lucas asked.

I dropped the bag onto the floor and groaned. “They're all gone. Including my pajamas."

Lucas growled again. “I'll bet the innkeeper might know where I can find your underwear...." He cracked his knuckles and headed for the door.

I stopped him with a hand on his arm as he passed. “It's late," I sighed. “And I don't want us getting kicked out in the rain. Besides, if he's had his hands or… other things on them… I'm not so sure I want them back."

Lucas grimaced and looked at me sympathetically. “Good point."

I wrapped my arms awkwardly around myself. “Um… so… that's going to leave me in a pair of panties and my bra for tonight… um… I really can sleep on the floor...."

“I have plenty of T-shirts you can borrow." Lucas said and dug one out for me.

Lucas and I turned our backs to each other by silent accord to strip down. I was unreasonably glad I'd worn some good underwear, not something ratty. It also wasn't too lacy or revealing.

I took my bra off and slipped into the cozy comfort of Lucas's T-shirt. It slipped off of one shoulder and fell to mid thigh.

We both faced the bed at the same time, pointedly not looking at each other until we were finished. A slight smile touched his lips.

“What?" I asked.

“I like my T-shirt on you."

I blushed and looked him over. Sweet mercy of the Goddess, he was perfect.

“What?" he asked as he watched the changing expression on my face.

“Nothing," I said breathlessly.

“I'll get in first," Lucas said, finally deciding the logistics. “You can lay on my chest. That's the only way this is going to work."

“Okay," I squeaked, trying very hard not to stare at Lucas's perfect ass in his boxers as he climbed into bed.

He settled in and opened his arms, and I walked toward him and gingerly lay down on top of him.

“You won't break me, Sasha. Get comfortable," he said.

“Alright...."

I moved my hips and wiggled my legs until I was situated to one side of his broad chest with one hip resting on the mattress and my leg cushioned on his thigh. I kept one arm tucked close to me while the other draped across his abdomen.

Lucas closed his arms around me, and we let the warmth of our bodies mingle without saying a word for several minutes.

I finally relaxed my head onto his chest, closing my eyes as his intoxicating scent completely engulfed me.

I was sure he could feel my n*****s peak beneath his shirt as I laid on his chest, but then I could feel his

erection against my hip, so I figured we were even. True to his word, though, Lucas did nothing but stroke my arm a bit.

Casting around for something to make the situation less awkward, my gaze settled on scars on Lucas's chest in the low gas streetlight filtering in through the window. I touched them, tracing the angry, whitened lines. “How did you get these?" I asked.

Lucas brought a hand up to stop me fondling his scars, instead bringing my fingers to his lips, then tucking my hand against his shoulder. “A fight with a rogue–before the northern library project. I'm just cursed to get into scrapes with rogues, I guess."

I shuddered. “Don't say that. The universe might hear you."

“It doesn't hurt to say the truth out loud," Lucas shrugged.

“Still, I'd rather you not tempt fate and get hurt," I said.

Lucas stroked my cheek, tipping my chin up to look him in the eyes. “Only one person in this whole world can hurt me, princess."

I blushed, and Lucas's head came down as mine came up, our lips touched so sweetly I was afraid to breathe.

Then Lucas pulled back, kissing my forehead and thumbing the scar on the underside of my arm. “Where did you get this, princess?"

Hot and bothered, frustrated and relieved, I turned my attention to the star-shaped mark he was

stroking. “I was born with it," I confessed.

“That's interesting. It feels star-shaped," Lucas said.

“It is," I replied, swallowing as I shifted to move the scar out of his reach. “It's like a mark...."

“Mark?" he asked, looking confused and I pulled back. I knew he must be thinking of mate marks, but I was at a loss for words on how to explain the superstitions my mother wanted to protect me from with that bracelet he stomped all over.

Memories of him as a red-faced boy crushing my bracelet rushed back to me.

I felt my body stiffen against him. Everything in the atmosphere shifted as a chill ran over me.

He held me tighter.

“What's wrong?"

“Nothing," I said as I pulled away from him. “I should just sleep on the floor."

“Wait, why?"

“Because, this is so… confusing."

He nodded his head and let me get up, but only so he could get up as well.

“You take the bed," he said, leading me back to the bed and sitting me down. His gentle touch and

manners left me speechless. He avoided my eyes, but I could see something I said deeply affected him.

Before I could insist on taking the floor again, he stepped back and shifted into his wolf.

“Lucas, I didn't mean to...."

He shook his head and nudged me until I lay and then circled a spot in the floor under the street light before lying down.

Suddenly the tiny bed felt way too big.