Page 2 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

I just stared at him.

“I don’t know what this moment is.” I shook my head and slid away from him, finally rising to a seat position. “I don’t know what anything is right now, Lucas.”

Lucas sat up beside me, a frown forming.

“We made love.”

It was my turn to frown.

“What?”

“Is that what that was?” I asked. “I thought it was just two idiots throwing caution to the wind and doing something reckless.”

“Do you regret it?”

I chewed at my lip. Did I?

“No,” I answered honestly, I thought. “But I also feel like I should. I mean…look at us for God’s sake.”

I gestured at our naked bodies as we sat beside each other there on the floor. If two guys sitting completely naked on the floor—two guys who barely knew each other—wasn’t something to cause concern, then I didn’t know what was. Was this just a sexual encounter to get over the trauma of what had happened in an evening? Was it sex, comfort…love?

“Did you enjoy it?” Lucas looked away shyly.

Flashes of the things we had done sent a shiver down my spine. The smell of Lucas’ skin was stuck in my nose, I could taste him at the back of my throat. Sure, it was pleasant and enticing…but it also concerned the hell out of me. It made me want to do more things that were against my nature. Right then. Right there.

“Yes,” I replied evenly. “I enjoyed it.”

“Do you want some breakfast?”

“I want to go home.” I shrugged. “I need to get away from here. For now.”

“Home…where home?”

I thought about that.

“I just want to go back to Oma’s.” I rose to my feet and shuffled over to the pile of clothes our sexual encounter had formed. “I need to…I don’t know…clear my head or something.”

I bent down and sorted through the clothes until I found my underwear and pants and pulled them on quickly, though I tried to not look as self-conscious as I felt at that moment. Lucas rose to his feet and joined me at the pile of clothes and he pulled on his underwear as well. My eyes rose to take him in and my mind screamed out that he looked nearly as amazing in his underwear as he did nude. I wanted to pull him into me, feel his bare skin against my bare skin once more, press my mouth to his. Devour him.

Shivering, a shaking off of thoughts, I reached down and snatched up my shirt and pulled it on over my head. Lucas mimicked me as I went through the motions. In silence, occasionally exchanging awkward glances, we dressed, covering up the evidence of the previous night. Of course, feelings, memories, and thoughts can’t be covered up with something like a shirt, so the awkwardness continued as Lucas found his keys and we left his house. The sun was climbing into the sky, even though it was chilly, and the brightness of the sun made me feel a lot safer after the night I’d had.

I climbed into the passenger seat of Lucas’ truck as he jumped into the driver’s seat, his eyes darting over to me. Doing my best to ignore the questioning look, I just fastened my seatbelt and tried to ignore the scent of sex and regret coming off of my clothes. My tongue and teeth felt furry and I knew that my hair had to look absolutely tragic. I just wanted to get back to Oma’s house, where all of my fresh, clean clothes were, get a shower, get redressed…and then…I didn’t know.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Lucas asked softly. “Right now?”

I turned my head to look at him, to consider what it truly was that I felt and wanted. Lucas’ eyes did not meet mine, instead, they were fixed on a point somewhere past the windshield.

“What did you mean when you said Oma is a witch?” I asked.

Lucas turned to me.

“You’re more concerned about that than your date being a werewolf?” His eyebrow raised precipitously.

I motioned toward the sky. “Sun’s out. I figure that one can wait for a few hours. And a lot of things have me concerned right now, Lucas.”

“I meant she’s a witch.” He shrugged. “But I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell her I told you that.”

There were a lot of things I could say to that.