Friday, Owen

I woke up in my own bed, a gorgeous view right outside my window- the sun setting, but a sickening one right next to me. Luke was lying right next to me, completely naked, with a satisfied grin that seemed to linger on his face even during sleep.

I felt lonely.

I eventually snuggled myself up to him, unsure of what else to do. I felt so alone. I felt strong arms wrap themselves around me, and I started to replay what had happened only 2 hours ago.

He kissed me, it was short and bittersweet, but I instantly returned it. Soon my arms were wrapped around his neck, and his hands slowly traced themselves over my familiar body. He soon found himself at my neck, leaving soft bruises, love bites, and I let out the shallowest of moans. He stood up and lifted me up as he did, holding my legs, and walked us into the bedroom. From there, we both undressed, and as tenderly as possible, he made love to me. The bed softly creaked, and the curtains were closed, leaving the room in darkness. Every touch felt like a new one. Like I had never been touched before. It was haunting. I longed for him, but not like this.

It was a mistake.

After a while, I looked to my side at my alarm clock to check the time. "7:13 PM" it read.

"Fuck!" I practically yelled and threw the sheets off of me. Like looked at me like I was crazy. "We have to pick up Mattias!" I shouted, and his eyes went wide. We both quickly changed and ran to the door, slipping on our shoes. He grabbed the keys and we both hopped in the car. He seemed to drive like a mad man.

Once we got there, I ran up to my mother in law's door and rang the bell. In about 1 excruciatingly long minute, the door opened, and Lucas's mother stood there with my son, Mattias. She smiled a bright smile, and Matty looked up to me and asked, "Daddy, why do you have a bruise on your neck? And why's your hair so crazy?" I instantly went red, and my MIL chuckled lightly. "No reason baby, now come here." I held out my arms for him to come to me so I could pick him up, and he obliged. I said a quick thanks and apologized for being late, and my MIL gave me a pie to take with me. I smiled and said goodbye, and as she closed the door, I turned around to see Lucas standing there. "Need help?" He asked. "I guess..." I said and handed him the pie. We got back into the car and I strapped Mattias in his car seat and got in up front. "Papá, what are those scratches on your back?" He questioned.

Oh God this kid is going to kill me.

Lucas glanced at Mattias through the rearview mirror. "A mean cat scratched me up earlier, but don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore and the mean kitty is gone." He said with a chuckle. We sat in silence for quite some time, before I turned up the radio.