𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘓𝘶𝘴𝘵

~twenty-four~

The two finally arrived back at Indigo, and when they finally get back to the room, Duncan's still not back.

"God, what time is it?" Yara yawns.

"It's almost twelve. Jesus." Lucas says, checking his phone.

"Only twelve? Yay." Yara smiles cheekily and gets her makeup remover out from her bag. 

Lucas settles on the bed, plugging his phone into the charger. "What do you mean only. It's tomorrow."

Yara wanders into the bathroom, manic laughter pouring out of her. "Exactly." 

He shakes his head, confused but amused.

Yara takes almost half an hour to finish getting ready for bed. Clad in the same silk pajamas that she knew had Lucas thinking the exact same things she was thinking, she walks into the room to find Lucas tying up his sweatpants. 

Are you kidding me? The fvcking sweatpants as well? 

How hot can this dude get?

Sweatpants are a classic turn on for women. Gray sweatpants. Are you fvcking joking? He has to know. Surely.

Yara thinks, biting the inside of her lip as he turns around, surprised.

"Oh, you're finally done." His accent rolls as he grabs a water from the fridge and gulps half the bottle in two gulps.

"Finally? I took five minutes." She crosses her arms, scoffing.

He rolls his eyes and gulps the rest of the bottle. As he drinks, she doesn't miss the way his eyes flick up and down her.

"Something wrong?" She smirks, fully knowing what her clothes were doing to him.

He puts the cap on the bottle and chucks it in the bin. "Nope."

She chuckles. "Okay, sure. You just look like something's happened. Are you alright?" She asks with fake concern.

"What a nice change seeing you actually caring for once." He bites out sarcastically.

He walks to the couch, plopping down onto it. 

"You're sleeping there?" She asks.

"Disappointed?" He smirks, laying down.

Yara studies his figure. He was spread out on the couch, and even though the couch pulled out, his legs were much too long to fit the bed.

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" She asks, hesitant.

Lucas glances up, grabbing a blanket near him. "Yes, I'm toasty."

"You're not even wearing the blanket." She raises a brow, ignoring the way his defined torso tenses as he breathes.

He puts a hand behind his head and flips the blanket over himself, making her want to peel it off of him. "Warm and toasty." He says.

She huffs, turning around to the bed. "You don't even look like you fit the couch." 

"I fit it fine. Now turn the lights off and sleep."

"Are you kidding, it's only twelve!" She exclaims, grabbing her laptop from her bag.

"Only? Are you fvcking crazy? Wait, you don't need to answer that." He rolls his eyes.

"Ha. Ha. You're quite the comedian, Lucas Finnegan." She turns, plugging the charger into the wall. 

Lucas grows rigid at the way his name rolled of her tongue, but he forces his breathing pattern to return to normal. "Are you going to stay up all night on your fvcking computer?"