Chapter 20 : A Bed for Two

*Sasha*

“All day?" I gaped at Lucas. “We have to wait here all day tomorrow before they can send a car for us?"

“Unless you want to walk...." He chuckled over his stew, popping a large bite of beef into his mouth. “I just managed to catch the post before it left. They might not get my message until the morning. Considering that I am giving them little notice, that is no time really. How did you think we were going to get there with the train tracks stopping here in Leviss?"

“Haven't they ever heard of a bus?" I mumbled, stirring my own stew. I frowned as a chicken leg, foot and all, surfaced through the sludge.

“It's supposed to be lucky," Lucas winked at me.

“Waiting all day in the middle of nowhere for a ride?" I asked, poking the chicken foot with my spoon.

“No, getting the chicken leg. Are you going to eat it?" He stopped my spoon poking with his own.

“Umm… I'd rather not. Is it impolite to—"

Lucas scooped my chicken leg free and gnawed the meat off the bone. “Your loss," he grinned.

I got the impression, though, given the frown on the buxom waitress's face, that Lucas had just saved me from a major social faux pas. “Thank you," I mouthed.

Lucas's eyes twinkled and he set the bone aside. “Isn't it exciting, going west?"

“I don't know," I mumbled again. “If it wasn't a trip to stop me from being sucked into the void of time, it might be."

“The further west we get from the capital, the less developed the villages become," Lucas explained. I figured he was doing his best to keep my mind off of the possibility of disappearing again. “It is a bit inconvenient to have to wait on a car. But otherwise, we'd be twiddling our thumbs for who knows how long before Eliza would be free to come to the capital."

I sighed heavily.

“It'll be okay, princess." Lucas smiled at me.

My toes curled, and the warmth that suffused my stomach had nothing to do with stew.

I cleared my throat. “We should probably talk about sleeping arrangements."

“Sleeping arrangements?" Lucas said.

“Yes. Now, I am more than happy to take the floor...." I suggested.

“Sasha. We're both grown adults. I think we can sleep in a bed together without having problems," Lucas replied.

I swallowed. “Depends on your definition of 'problems.'"

Lucas reached across the table and covered my hand with his. “Nothing you don't want to happen will ever happen when you're with me, Sasha. I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

The warmth in my stomach spread to other places, but I managed a nod. It really was silly to think two mature adults couldn't share a bed without… issues. “Okay. We can give it a try."

“Good to hear," Lucas said. He looked at my bowl of stew and raised an eyebrow. “Are you gonna finish that?"

“Help yourself," I said, trading my bowl for his empty one.

“Chicken leg did you in, huh? Don't worry. There shouldn't be any in breakfast," Lucas responded.

coins on the table. He patted his

was still glaring death at me, I decided her problem might have less to do with the stew and more with my

and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight to his side. “Don't pull

furry jealous beastie poking me in the gut. I was not nearly as well-endowed

her," Lucas murmured, ushering me

got hot, and only got hotter when Lucas swung the door to our

of maybe creating a pillow barrier between us were dashed. The bed was small… no, tiny, very tiny. How

on the

“No… No, no," he said. “We can do this. It's just a matter of

could just imagine the creative arranging he was thinking about. I was having visions of the same. Still, I was just as determined as he was to prove

a

I wondered if a T-shirt

explained before I could say anything. “If you don't

that's fine," I said,

on my bag were different than I had tied them. “Um… Lucas? Do you think our bags

approaching our bags. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, if one

doubt it. It still feels very present

Lucas checked his bag

gave a sharp nod of approval when he

opened my bag, however, I scowled at the rumpled mess my neatly folded

sick to my stomach, and felt my face turn sour as

“What's wrong?" Lucas growled.

my bag and took… all of

right down to the boxers and shirt I slept in. Of course, a shirt that said,

“Sasha?" Lucas asked.

the floor and groaned. “They're all gone.

innkeeper might know where I can find your underwear...." He

he passed. “It's late," I sighed. “And I don't want us getting kicked out in the rain. Besides, if he's

and looked at me sympathetically.

to leave me in a pair of

plenty of T-shirts you can borrow." Lucas said

accord to strip down. I was unreasonably

slipped into the cozy comfort of Lucas's T-shirt. It slipped off

faced the bed at the same time, pointedly not looking at each other until we were finished. A slight smile

“What?" I asked.

my

Sweet mercy of the Goddess, he was

he watched the changing expression on

“Nothing," I said breathlessly.

the logistics. “You can lay

stare at Lucas's perfect ass in his boxers as he climbed

walked toward him and gingerly

me, Sasha. Get

“Alright...."

on the mattress and my leg cushioned on his

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