HIS

WRONG TURN

***Mature Content***

"How about... a moss green?" I smiled a toothy grin.

Lucas gave me a judgmental stare while he sat on the bar side of the island separating us. I had my hair up in a messy bun with my morning coffee close to my lips in both hands. The only thing I was wearing was his button up and cozy boy shorts.

"I am not repainting this house." He said firmly. My bottom lip plumped out as I began to pout.

"Why not?"

"Because I said no!"

"That's not an answer!"

"I'm not doing it, Victoria." He crossed his arms as if those were his final words. I narrowed my eyes at him and he just looked the other way. 'What an asshole!' My mind screamed. He better be glad I don't cuss him out to hell and back.

Ever since this morning I've been trying to convince my "loving" boyfriend to put some color on the walls. When I woke up facing a pale white wall, I had an epiphany. Our house is decorated with nothing but paintings and sculptures that were either made by me or gifted to me. It was so plain and lacked that homey warmth.

"Fine then." My lips pressed into a thin line before I took a small sip of my coffee.

"No...no." Lucas started shaking his head, "I know what you're doing!"

My jaw dropped. "What!?"

"Your trying to guilt me by making me feel like the ass here."

"Well I would be lying if I said you weren't..." I muttered underneath my breath and an sharp growl ripped from his chest.

Jumping, I dropped my mug that hit the countertop shattering and letting coffee splattered all over the surface and kitchen floor. "Shit!" I tried reaching for a broken piece of the mug but was yanked away.

"Don't!" Lucas snapped. I felt one of his warm hands cup my cheek and turn my face to his.

Silver-blue orbs bore into my deep brown ones. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to scare you." Now both of his hands were cupping my face and I closed my eyes for a minute to relish in the feeling of his warm touch. Then they opened to find worry twisting his features.

"Its okay." I mustard a smile. I pulled his hands away and looked back at the mess. Coffee was dripping off the granite top and making a puddle on the wood floor. "I need to clean this up-"

"I got it." I heard the pantry open then close. Lucas walked behind me and placed the mop against the counter before crouching down to gather up the remaining's of my mug.

"Don't cut yourself."

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I can handle this." I rolled my eyes at his smugness and watched him clean up.

His wild curls fell past his eyes as he got to work. Is it possible someone could look sexy cleaning up spilt coffee. Lucas was working fast but I could still enjoy the view. The shirt he was wearing was thin, tight, and white. Very see through. Too bad I could only get a side view but it was still something. The muscles on his back were rippling with every move he made and his biceps would flex here and there. I just wanted to run my hands down his toned arms and feel the sensations of our skin on skin contact. Even the stubble on his clenched jaw was teasing me...

'What is wrong with you, Pattmen!?' I mentally scolded myself. Lucas is over here slaving over my mess and I'm getting horny off it.

But he looks so desirable... and leaving me alone last night made me more frustrated then other times before.