In my Dreams - Courtney Barnes (important books to read TXT) 📗

“Don’t be home too late.”

“Sure, bye.” I hung up, and glanced at Lucas. “Its fine, I can stay for awhile.”

He smiled, grabbed my hands and pulled me up off my feet. I squealed, surprised by his sudden change of mood, but was cut off as his lips pressed onto mine. He kissed me roughly; it excited me in new ways.

“Let’s go,” I said pushing him away. He bent down and picked up his coat. After he put it on, he took my hand and pulled me onto the path, back to his house.


Ch.11 First Date

We walked out of the trees, into his back yard. I followed him up the steps of the back deck, where he reached over the railing and pulled a hidden key off a hook.

“This is where we keep our spare key, if you ever want to sneak into my room at night to surprise me,” he said with an impish grin.

“Yeah, don’t hold your breath.”

He chuckled as he shoved the key in the lock and opened the door. We stepped inside into an enormous big, open kitchen with large stainless steel appliances that were so shiny you could see your reflection. A massive kitchen island stood in the center separating the appliances from the table. The cupboards were finished in white and some with glass. It was also very bright with silver light fixtures protruding from the ceiling. This was a kitchen that belonged to someone with a passion for cooking. It was obvious that his father had designed it; he was the chef at their family restaurant.

“You want a coke?” Lucas asked, opening the fridge.

“Sure, do you have diet?”

He took out a coke for himself and a diet for me, then led me into their living room. It was big, but very comfortable. In the center of the room, stood a fireplace with a flat screen TV on the wall above it. He sat down on the plush sofa and patted the seat beside him. I joined him as he turned on the TV, turning it to a movie I had never seen before, but I didn’t really pay attention, I was very aware of how close he was. Our legs were touching, and I could feel warmth emanating from his body.

He leaned back into the couch, wrapping his arm around me and pulled me against him. We sat snuggled on the couch watching the movie, his arm was so warm and comfortable there was no where else I wanted to be.

After the movie was over, he ordered pizza. When it was delivered, Lucas brought it over and placed it on the coffee table. Sitting down beside me, he handed me a greasy slice, it smelled so good I couldn’t wait to taste it.

While we ate, we listened to his new C.D. Lucas started telling me about some of the situations Andy and Kyle had gotten him into. That led us into a discussion about the kids we went to school with.

“How could you possibly stuff another piece into your stomach?” I asked Lucas, as he was about to bite into his fifth slice.

He smiled then took the bite. “It’s a talent. You’d be amazed at how much I can eat.”

“How come you’re so thin?”

“I work out.” He picked up a napkin, and wiped some tomato sauce that had dripped on his jeans.

I laughed.

“Why is that funny?”

“I just can’t picture you lifting weights; you know like those muscle guys that oil up their bodies.”

“There are other ways to work out, and I don’t do it to get muscles. I like it.”

“Okay, I still can’t see it; you're more the reading type.” I leaned forward and stacked our plates onto the pizza box.

“I can do both.” He balled up his napkin and threw it on the box.

“If you say so. Since we’re finished, I’ll help you clean up. I don’t want your mother to think I’m a pig.” I stood up, with the plates in my hand. Lucas grabbed the rest.

I followed him into the kitchen, he threw the pizza box away, and then turned to face me. “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” he said, taking the dishes out of my hands, and placing them in the sink. He backed me up against the kitchen counter. “I love being with you.” He leaned in to brush his lips against mine gently. “After work tomorrow night, do you want to hang out?”

“Sure, but how about my house? My mom said if we started seeing each other, she wanted you to meet my dad. Is that okay?”

“Why would your mom say that?”

I laughed. “She had a feeling this was going to happen when we had lunch at your parent’s restaurant.”

He looked embarrassed. “Right, the day I made an idiot of myself.”

“She said she felt something from both of us.”

He laughed. “Is she physic?” His hands moved to the sides of my arms gently rubbing up and down.

“Sometimes I think she might be.”

“Sure, we can hang out there. How about…I take you somewhere to eat first, then we’ll go back to your place.”

“Sounds good, I’m off at seven, so you can pick me up at seven thirty.”

He leaned in and kissed me again. “Okay,” he mumbled against my lips. His arms tightened around me as he guided me toward the living room, without taking his lips from mine. We had almost made it to the couch when his phone rang. “Damn! We need to turn our phones off when we do this.” He took his phone out of his pocket, while I sat down on the couch alone. “Hello,” he paused, as he listened, “no thanks, I’m busy…Yes, but I’m not going into details….no she’s right here…goodbye I’m hanging up now.” He growled, turning his phone off.

“Andy?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Come on I’ll show you my room.” He held my hand, leading me down a hallway and into the third door. It was a tad cluttered, with a wide dresser and a mirror against one wall. His bed was against the opposite one, with shelves above. They were cluttered with books, a few pictures and a couple of trophies. Like mine, his desk sat under the window. At the end of his bed was a basketball net, hanging on the wall above.

“You shoot hoops in bed?” I asked.

“When I’m bored.” He sat down on the bed, and watched me as I picked up the ball that was sitting on the floor. It was small, orange and made out of foam. I threw it at the net, and it went in. He picked it up and handed it back to me.

“Try it again” he said standing up. I lifted my hand to throw the ball, but was suddenly tackled onto the bed.

“Hey,” I said laughing, looking up at him. He was lying on top of me, his face hovering just inches from mine. “That’s a foul.”

He grinned, took the ball from me again, and threw it in the net.

“Oh, so you’re a cheater?”

"What are you going to do about it?" His smile widened as he stood up, pulling me with him. He started to shoot the ball again, when he lifted his arm, I jumped on him; we landed on the bed, this time with me on top of him. Both of us were laughing, but when I looked into his eyes I stopped, they were no longer filled with humor. He reached up and pulled my head down to his, for a long, deep kiss.

The front door slammed shut. I jumped up quickly, and he chuckled. “Relax,” he said, glancing at the clock, it was eight thirty. “It’s probably just my mom.” He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, pulling me out of his room.

We met his mother in the kitchen. I was very nervous. Although, when she turned her head and saw us, she smiled warmly. Her hair was dark like Lucas and Logan’s, but hers was thick and wavy, and it flowed just past her shoulders, she had blue eyes while theirs were brown. She was very pretty. “Well, you must be Sarah. It’s so nice to finally meet you. Lucas has been talking about you for weeks now.” She pealed off her long wool coat, and hung it up on a hook inside the kitchen door.

“Mother I have not, don’t embarrass me.” His face was slightly red.

“Oh you’re blushing, that’s so cute.” She was stifling a laugh at his expression. If looks could kill, she would be dead. “Sarah, I’m so sorry about what my other son did to you. That boy won’t be seeing the sun outside of work or school until he’s thirty five.”

Both Lucas and I were shocked, but Lucas spoke first, “Sarah, this is my mom Karen.” I nodded to her and was about to speak, when Lucas interrupted me. “How did you know what happened?”

“I have told you both that I have spies everywhere, so you better watch your step. And I don’t reveal my sources,” she said with a smirk on her face.

Lucas didn’t look fooled. “Lisa?” he asked.

“Yep. She told me that Logan harassed you, and Lucas saved the day.” She smiled, looking from me to Lucas; a look of pride shone from her face.

“Yes she’s right, but Sarah doesn’t want you to punish him, because she’s afraid he’ll think she ratted on him. She won’t even let her mother do something at school.”

Karen gave me a look of disapproval. “Sarah, he has to be punished. He can’t treat people the way he does, and get away with it. This time there are lots of witnesses.”

I wasn’t convinced. “I wasn’t hurt, and it’s over, I’d just rather forget it.”

They both looked like they didn’t agree. “Well, I’ll discuss