Page 35 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

He didn’t respond, but his lips found mine again. I ran my fingers through his hair as my mouth responded to his.

“Okay, you love birds,” Oma announced grandly as she sauntered into the living room. “Break it up long enough for me to get them clothes.”

Lucas cleared his throat and smiled up at me and I relented and gave him a grin back.

“Jeeeezus.” Oma whistled. “Nearly getting’ hypothermia sure can work you two up, can’t it?”

“Oma.”

“Fine.” She waggled her head as she scooped up my clothes and snatched the towel from Lucas. “You two sit down and get warmed up. I’m going to throw this shit in the washing machine. These aren’t them fancy clothes that need to go to the dry cleaner’s are they?”

I just looked at her.

Oma rolled her eyes and headed off towards the kitchen.

“Lucas, you may as well stay the night,” Oma said. “Barkley surely ain’t gonna open the store tomorrow and I’m sure school’s gonna be called off. And there ain’t no point in you drivin’ home in this shit.”

Lucas looked over at her.

“You can take the couch if you’re too uncomfortable sleepin’ in Rob’s room with me being around.” She teased.

“Go away Oma.” I said blandly, my eyes not leaving Lucas’.

“This is my house.”

“Go to another part of it, then.”

Oma muttered something under her breath but did as I requested. Lucas’ fingers went to my hair as he stared into my eyes. He raked my hair into place as I looked down into his eyes.

“I’m not crazy.”

“Who are you trying to convince, Rob?” He asked softly.

“I’m not crazy,” I repeated.

“You’re not crazy.” He nodded.

“How is…is that even possible?” I exhaled. “What we saw?”

Lucas shook his head but his fingers stayed in my hair as his other hand went to my chest.

“I don’t know…babe.”

“Stop it.”

My hips pushed into him of their own accord.

“Babe.” He whispered playfully.

“I’m warning you.” I moved my mouth down to his, my lips brushing against his. “You don’t want to keep doing that. Especially if you’ll be shy about sharing a bed at Oma’s house.”

“I want to go to bed now.” Lucas sighed against my mouth.

We stared into each other’s eyes as I felt something familiar poking against my hip. Lucas moved his hips slightly against me with a wicked smile. I wanted to drag Lucas to bed like a caveman and do very disrespectful things with him, but a sudden thought kept me from it.

“I feel nervous about leaving Oma alone,” I said.

“There’s no one here.”