Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas 1)

I rubbed his ears and head, then his stomach as he flipped on his back in front of me. I talked to him in that weird, high pitched voice people used when talking to a small child. Soon he became bored, and I was relieved. I didn’t have the strength to play too much. Luke helped me off the floor then grabbed my hand and led me through the house to his bedroom.

“Bed? Bath? Shower? Couch? What do you want baby?”

At first I thought he was talking about where I wanted him to make love to me at, but when he saw the look in my eye his demeanor changed.

“Oh no, I mean do you want to go to bed or take a shower or just lay on the couch.” I liked the first idea better. It was sweet of him to let me know that he was willing to wait while I recovered. I would probably have to beg for it, but right now-even though I trembled at the thought of him touching me. I really needed a shower.

“Shower,” I said moving towards the bathroom. I looked in the large mirror that covered the wall behind the sink and sighed. How did my body change so much in just three days? It was only Saturday, yet it looked like I had been shut up in a dark hole for months. I was pale, thin and looked nothing like I did the last time I stood in front of his mirror. Had that been almost a week ago?

“Don’t baby. You look fine,” Luke said coming up behind me and lifting my arms to remove my shirt. He carefully undressed me as I watched unmoving in the mirror. Every time an article of clothing left my body he kissed where it had been. It was so intimate, but not in a sexual way. It was reassuring. I had never lacked confidence, yet when I was with him I felt like I may not be enough. Maybe it was because I had finally found someone who I cared for and cared about what they thought.

When I was completely naked, Luke turned the shower on and walked up behind me placing his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder; meeting my eyes in the mirror.

“I love you,” Luke said, never taking his eyes from mine.

“I love you too,” I said, turning my face so I could kiss his cheek.

“How about I make us a picnic and we watch a movie on the couch?” he asked smiling. I knew I would probably only make it through the previews but just the thought of cuddling with him made the idea perfect.

“That would be great.”

He straightened kissing me on my head, and then left the bathroom. I rummaged through my bags, finding my toiletries and stepped into the steaming shower.

Maybe I should have stayed another night in the hospital. I was so damn tired. This shit refused to go away. I felt like every ounce of energy I had was gone. I must have used it on our near death experience. At least it went to good use and wasn’t wasted on something like a shower. With a little effort and a lot of time I emerged from the shower shaved and clean for what felt like the first time in eternity. I decided to pamper myself a little even though I didn’t feel like it. I knew I needed it after spending a few days in the hospital. I put an exfoliating mask on my face, lotioned my body and dried and fixed my hair back to its former glory. I found a pair of ridiculously short pajama shorts and a matching tank top. Maybe Luke wouldn’t have any visitors inside tonight.

When I walked into the living room the scent of popcorn filled the air and I noticed movies scattered all over the couch. Luke was no-where to be seen in the living room, but I found him digging through the cabinets when I came into the kitchen.

Luke was shirtless and wore only a pair of sexy pajama pants that had my mouth watering. The muscles in his back flexed as he reached in the top cabinet to try and find something that must have been shoved to the back.

“You need a chair or something?” I asked mesmerized by the way his body looked doing something as simple as grabbing something out of the cabinet. I tried to keep my focus on anything but him. My panties were already wet at the thought of my nails running down his back as he drove into me.

“Nah, I got it. You have to hide shit around here or everyone…” He trailed off when he closed the cabinet door and his eyes found my body. They started at my face that was framed by my shiny brown hair, then to my hard nipples that poked out of the thin material of my top, onto my short shorts and down my smooth legs to my bare feet.