roof and not in my bed?? Helen asked. She rolled over onto her
side to face him and reached out to run her fingers over the Ushaped
hollow under his Adam?s apple.
?Go downstairs,? he ordered desperately, brushing her hand
away before she made contact. ?Please, Helen. Go to your own
bed.?
There was a part of Helen that knew exactly how to seduce Lucas
whether he wanted to be seduced or not, and that freaked her out
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enough to make her get up and walk on shaky legs to her own bed.
It rattled her that she could be so aggressive, so unconcerned with
what he wanted that she would consider forcing herself on him.
As she settled down under th
e covers she heard Lucas tossing
and turning above her. She heard him stand up with a sharp exhale
and go to the door on the widow?s walk.
Her heart started joyfully hammering away when she heard him
put his hand on the knob and turn it. Helen sat up, listening to him
listening to her.
Both of them could hear the other?s breath, the other?s blood
rushing around under the skin, and, for just a second, Helen could
have sworn that she was so aware of him that she could feel his
body heat from so far away. Finally, he seemed to win some kind of
fight, and forced himself to go lie back down on his air mattress.
Helen lay back as well. After getting control over her thumping
heart, she fell into the dreamless sleep that she was usually blessed
with when Lucas was watching over her.
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