"Even my ass," I bit back glumly and I closed the door in his face. However, before the door can entirely close, Lucas inserted himself in between and forced himself in. He tailed behind me, feeling at home in my room after spending just a night and acting as if he owned the place. He did own it though but my room is my private sanctuary, he has his own.
"Stop following me," I lashed at him, unable to tolerate his presence anymore after what he did this morning.
"I'm not following you." He replied. A childish grin playing across his enigmatic features.
"Yes, you are."
"This is my house. I have the right to be here." He responded smugly.
"But this is my room. You have yours."
Lucas nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. " You will be late for work if you don't move now." He told me and found himself a comfortable position on the large Victorian sofa.
"You are avoiding the topic." I accused him. The irritation in my tone was outright.
