*Lucas*
The next morning we were tangled up in the bed sheets together. I held Sasha to me, her back pressed comfortingly into my chest and her hips tucked and curved against mine.
When she woke up, she tried to move but I held her fast.
“I need to wash up,” she giggled while giving me a hug.
“I’ll go with you,” I teased, kissing her neck.
“We still have a lot to discuss with your mother,” she said and I felt my grip on her loosen. “The orb.” She reminded me and I grunted before smacking her backside.
“Lucas!” she yelped, smacking mine in return.
“Sasha!” I growled and began to tickle her. She tried to hold it in but couldn’t control her laughter. I laughed as well and I was glad to feel that I was in a much better mood since dinner.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
“Breakfast is ready,” my mom’s voice called from the other side of the door.
