I sighed loudly reaching up and placing my hands on Lucas' face. I finally gathered the courage to respond in a quiet voice, "Okay, Lucas, okay. You're right and I'm sorry. I've gotten too attached in the past and it's led to things I am too afraid to talk about right now. Lucas, I'm terrified. I just can't handle getting hurt again. It will kill me. Promise me you will do your best not to hurt me. Even if it's a lie just... Promise," I stared into his eyes.

Just lie to me. I'm okay with that. Just lie.

"Yes, Adrian. I promise and I swear it is NOT a lie. Just.... will you tell me who hurt you?"

"No. Not right now. At least now you know that I am not okay, and that is the best I can do for now. I know it's not a lot of information and maybe it makes you trust me less but it's the most I am comfortable giving out."

"It's okay Addi. I understand. Come on. I'll put you to bed."

"L-Lucas... Can I maybe... Sleep in your room? I'll take the floor. I'm just too scared to sleep alone right now."

"Sure Addi. Come on," Lucas wrapped his arm around my waist and shutting off the lights, we left the kitchen.

Guiding me up the stairs, we walked slowly into his room. The TV was on and Lucas went to shut it off.

"No.... um.... can you please just leave it on. The light will help," I took a seat on the floor looking up at him.

"Sure Addi, but get up off the floor. I'm not making you sleep down there when my bed is this big. Get up," he put a hand out to help me off of the floor.

I took a seat on his bed and then looked over as Lucas was pulling his shirt off, "Uh, what are you doing?" I quickly covered my face.

"Well as you clearly can't sleep in pants, I can't sleep in shirts," Lucas pointed down at my legs.

I blushed brightly when I realized that for the entire past half an hour I hadn't been wearing pants, "I... ugh," I threw myself down on the bed, keeping my face covered.

SOMEONE KILL ME BEFORE I DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT.

Lucas laughed and crawled onto the bed next to me, "Honestly, I'm not complaining," he ran his hand from my knee up to my hip.

My breath hitched slightly and I glared at Lucas. His coarse hands felt good against my skin, the callouses teasing my flesh, goosebumps breaking out.

"You promised," I grabbed Lucas' hand to stop it from going anywhere else.

"I know... It's just... you look yummy," he moaned out softly covering his face with his arm.

"Come on. We should go to bed. We have so much stuff to do later, crazy boy," I laughed out scooting back on the bed and crawling under the sheets.

Curling up on my side I realized that the tense feeling in my chest had subsided after our talk and I was suddenly exhausted. A yawn fell from my lips and I held onto the pillow.

"Fine," Lucas sighed dramatically, then moved to lie down behind me, he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Good night Luca."

"Night baby boy," he softly pressed his lips to the back of my neck.

We both sighed contently and drifted off to sleep the feeling that everything was right in the world just at this moment was settling right between us. The early feelings of love that had formed between the two of us. I knew that we would be judged for a relationship that grew this fast. I knew that the world could be harsh to those who were different, and those who made choices outside of societal norms. But, someone can love you more in 6 hours than someone did in 6 years, and if that is wrong, then I'm starting to think I don't want to be right.