Runaway
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 12
Luke

 I don't know if I kissed Jonah, or if he kissed me.

All I knew was that we were kissing and we both seemed to be enjoying it. Jonah shifted closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He parted his lips gently. I gasped and our breath mingled. He obviously thought it was a sign I didn't want to and started to pull away, but I held his head gently in place. I felt him smile against my lips as he edged his tongue out and into my mouth. As we frenched passionately, we somehow ended up lying on the bed, with our arms wrapped around each other. He was enjoying our kiss as much as I was, but when I started to ease his shirt off he stopped me.

I sat up, ashamed. "Sorry," I said, not meeting his eye.

"No, it's fine," He propped himself up on one elbow. "I'm... I'm just not ready for that yet. You're an awesome kisser."

"Thanks. You're not bad you're not so bad yourself," I smiled sheepishly at him.

"Gina's a lucky girl," He winked.

"Oh, God. Gina!" I pushed my hands through my hair. "What if she finds out about this... what if she..."

"Relax, Luke," Jonah laughed. "She doesn't need to find out. It was just a kiss, right?"

"But... but women find out these things, don't they?" I swallowed. That's what Mum had always told me.

"Look, Luke, buddy," Jonah sat up and gave my hand a squeeze. "Half the tricks were married, or in a relationship and I did a lot more than kiss them. Their partners never found out. I'm sorry, it was my fault. I started it."

"I know, but... I dunno. I kinda liked it," I said. He grinned.

"Well I know I did," He said. We sat in a tense silence before I sat up and started to get up off the bed but he grabbed my elbow.

"Stay with me?" He asked, smiling.

"Jonah, I dunno, I..." I began.

"C'mon. We've shared a bed before," He said. He put on a puppy-dog pout and a cutesy lisping voice. "Pwease? What if the bad dweams come back?"

"Fine," I said. I lay on the bed beside him.

We lay and talked about nothing in particular for about two hours. Then he started to drift off. I did too.

When I woke up through the night, I saw that Jonah had shifted himself about a bit. His hands were resting on my elbows and mine were on his. Our bodies were pressed together and our lips were inches apart. I eased myself out of his grip. He stirred and turned, though he didn't wake up. I walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I needed to pee. Really bad.

When I'd relieved myself, I went back to check in on Jonah. He was still out like a light. Then I went into my bedroom and fell asleep in my own bed.

I woke up early the next morning. I was whistling in the kitchen, making breakfast when Jonah came in. He rubbed his forehead. It was only then that I noticed his bruise and black eye had cleared up since I'd found him last week. He was more than just skin and bone as well. He smiled. "Hey, sugar lips," He winked at me.

"Don't Jonah," I tutted.

"Oh, come on, stud muffin, don't be like that," He teased, laughing.

"You're so bad," I flicked the end of his nose and put a piece of toast on the table in front of him.

"I think I'm gonna go for a jog later," He announced. I wrinkled my nose.

"Random," I said, laughing.

"I wanna get into shape," He shrugged. "Are you gonna come? Not that you need it. You've a great body."

"Thanks," I smiled. "I think I will join you, actually. If you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't mind," He smiled back at me. "I'd be happy for your company."

And I'd be happy for his...

 

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