It wasn't the warm morning sunshine peeking through my glass window nor the sound of soft footsteps outside my room cutting through my deep slumber which had woken me up. But the warm and hard object poking my thighs brought my awareness back into reality.
With the remnants of sleep I still held to, I wiggled back to dreamland, wishing to continue the dream where I left off. But the 'thing'as I call it still pokes my thighs and it feels as though it had only become larger with my resistance.
My sleepy brain couldn't guess what it was and after a few wrong guesses I finally gave up. Returning back to sleep sounds more fun than trying to guess what it really was; however before I can even step a foot into the portal of slumber, warm muscled arms enclose me in a tight embrace.
A scream almost tore from my lips in panic and alarm. My eyes snap open to look at the man holding me in his arms.
It was Lucas!
