I hope you're enjoying the Lucas and Rose romance. I love writing about these two.
Olive's P.O.V. I had just slipped my shirt on when I heard a knock at the door. I ran downstairs with a smile. "Did you forget something?" I opened the door expecting Lucas, since he had just left. My smile quickly faded as my mind registered Dad's scruff face before me. His beard had grown, but his hair was kept in it's usual gelled to the side state. He had come unannounced, somehow finding where I was. Did he know of this place beforehand? I swallowed hard, knowing dad is here to lecture me. My stomach curdled with nerves. "Are you going to let me in, or do you want to have this conversation in the hall?" He asked with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He had that serious tone in his voice, one I'd grown used to, but still sent a chill running through my body. He wasn't just mad, he was furious, evident by the tic in his powerful jaw. I stepped to the side, allowing him to enter even though I wanted to deny him access. I felt like I was betraying mom in some way by allowi
Lucas' P.O.V. "What happened to your face?" I asked a little too aggressively. It was clear someone had stricken her. I know that mark, I've seen it a few too many times on mom's face. My beautiful Rose had been hurt while I was gone, and I'll make whoever it was pay. That mark on her cheek tugged at my heart in the worst ways. "It's nothing," she said, trying to blow it off. "Olive, tell me what happened." This was serious, and the fact she didn't want to tell me, only made me wonder more. "I hate when you use my name like that," she sighed. "It always gets to me." "Does that mean you'll tell me, Olive?" "Sit down, I'll tell you." She gestured to the couch for me to sit on. Her voice deflated, leaving behind whatever stubbornness she had. I liked that my using her name had such an effect on her. I sat on the couch, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto my lap as she walked by me. I had her straddle me, so that I could look into those eyes as she told me who hurt her like thi
Olive's P.O.V. I couldn't believe that Lucas had taken me here. I had no idea that he and Davis had stayed in touch since I last brought him here. The thought of him wanting to come and watch me fight, filled me with joy. He was supporting me even before all this. I feel stupid for not letting him in sooner than now. I can feel myself falling in love with him already, and it frightens me. I know the longer this goes on the more in love with him I'll fall. This is different from what I felt for Julius. It already feels so much more intense. I am frightened of how badly Lucas will break me if anything were to happen. "What'd you do to her?" Davis marched pasted me right to Lucas, ready to strike. In my excitement, I hadn't thought of how it might look like to come here with an already sweltering cheek. I raced after Davis, trying to save Lucas from the blunt force of one of his punches. "It wasn't him. I swear!" I yelled over the thundering music and yells of the enormous crowd.
Olive's P.O.V. "What are you doing?" I asked Lucas as his fingers slid into the waistband of my pants as he drove. "Pleasuring my Rose," he answered matter-of-factly, like this was completely normal. The thrill I was getting from this was greater than I thought it would be. His hand slipped further down my pants as he continued to drive, never once taking his eyes off the road. We headed back to my flat after having a heavy make-out session in the dingy old office. I knew I was still pretty wet from it, but Lucas didn't know until now. I saw his lips turn into that sexy, arrogant smirk of his. "My dear Rose, I didn't realize you'd be so wet for me already." His smirk widened at his comment. His finger slid inside me as Change by Deftones began to play in the background. My heart raced and my legs parted for him of their own accord. His finger began to slide in and out of me, just rubbing against the walls of my core. I couldn't hold back the moan from ripping through me, to h
Lucas' P.O.V. Rose had fallen asleep beside me, but not before filling my heart and ego to the brim. Her knight. I liked that she thought of me that way. I'd happily fight demons and dragons for her. Although, right now, the only demon around is her father. I'll hire a man to do some digging for me. Once I know why he's here I'll pay him a visit myself. I won't let Rose face him again. I opened her journal back up, picking up where I left off on her first day of freshman year high school. I liked seeing this side of Rose. I loved being able to read her innermost thoughts about her life, her friends, and her classes. It was like I was there with her. She was sharing a big part of herself with me by allowing me to read these journals, and I don't plan on letting her down. Dear future me, (Because who says dear diary anymore?) I hope you're doing better than me right now. This new school, although amazing academically, lacks in social etiquette. The girls are all bitchy and the bo
Olive's P.O.V. A pair of warm lips pressed against my forehead, woke me with a smile. I knew these lips well now, my knight was waking me. I felt his arms wrap around me, as he pulled me closer to him. He nuzzled his head into my neck, kissing my chest where his lips could reach. I've never woken up so happy before. I smiled widely, forgetting all about my cheek until I felt the sting again. "Good morning, my Rose," he whispered to me. "Good morning, my Knight." He kissed my neck this time, trailing down to my collarbone. His hand gripped my hip tightly. I loved the feel of his hand around my waist or on my hips. It always felt so possessive, and for some reason I really liked that. He ventured lower, until he was under the sheets. I giggled wondering what he was up to. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "About to have my breakfast," he replied. I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and underwear. My heart accelerated with excitement at his words. I could alre
Lucas' P.O.V. Lucas: You on campus? Leo: Yeah, early class today. Lucas: So you're in class right now? Leo: Yeah, everything okay? Do I need to leave early? Lucas: No, everything is good. Just wanted to see what you were up to. I was hoping to have someone to hang out with. I also wanted to talk to him about the devil incarnate. He needs to know she's here. I should have checked in on her more. How did I not know she attended this university? Perhaps I can convince them to kick her out if I give the school a couple million dollars. I would pay a billion if I needed to. That bitch doesn't deserve to go to the same school that Leo goes to. I hadn't seen her since that night. Her face had my mind racing back to the memory of that room, of her on me. It was a memory I try to block out a lot, but it plagues me often. There is no getting rid of that. It's a scar in my brain, something that will never heal fully. All I can do is try to avoid her for now until I can get her out of this
Lucas' P.O.V. I headed out of the car back towards her building, knowing she'd be out of class soon. I should have asked what class she was in so I could have waited for her outside her door. Too late now. I hung around the entrance of the building waiting for her to emerge. My hands were deep in pockets and I was lightly kicking around a small rock between my feet. I miss playing soccer. I need to find a community team to join again. I haven't played since Ivy died. She was always at my games, cheering me on from the sidelines. "I hope you weren't too awfully bored waiting on me." Her voice made me look away from the small rock. "Your journals kept me entertained." I winked at her. "Can't wait to see what happened to Ian." She flushed pink with embarrassment. I loved seeing her cheeks turn that beautiful shade of crimson. She looked almost mortified. "Oh God, your already there?" She cringed. "Sure am." I nodded with a playful smirk. "I'm wondering if maybe I should have sta