Page 21 of Lucius

Half in love with the sexiest guy on the planet.

How amazing was that?

Sidney wokeup with something warm and furry at her back.

It took her a moment to remember where she was.

In Lucius’s apartment.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she did remember snuggling with Lucius after they made love the first time and talking in that quiet, dreamy sort of way when everything was all sex and muddled thoughts, before they tumbled in the sheets again.

But there was definitely something furry at her back.

So he had a cat?

She yawned and looked around the room as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She couldn’t see much of anything besides shadows.

Her hand brushed her waist where Lucius’s arm was draped, but she felt only a large…furry paw?

“Lucius?” she whispered as her brain tried to figure out why she felt like a paw was pressed to her stomach.

She fumbled on the side table for her phone but didn’t see it and realized it must be in her bag, which was somewhere out in the front room.

Lucius didn’t answer her, but what felt like a paw on her belly tightened and something like claws dug gently into her bare skin. She sucked in a sharp breath.

Was she dreaming?

She had to be. But she felt like she was awake.

Slipping carefully from the bed, she hit the floor and barely stifled the squeak of pain as her knees connected with the carpet and jolted a shock through her bones. Scrambling through the bedroom to the front room, she found her bag and pulled her phone out. She hit the flashlight button on the screen and located her clothes.

She stared at her clothes and shoes on the floor and heard the squeak of the bedsprings down the hall.

She had to be imagining things. Why on earth would a paw be on her? She must have seen too many animals today and be stressed from the argument with her mom. That…had to be it.

She’d go in the room with the flashlight, see Lucius asleep, and realize she’d just had some crazy dream.

Rising to her feet, she kept the flashlight trained on the floor and slowly made her way back to the bedroom. Her brain was highly suggesting she just leave, that there was something dangerous in the bedroom, but that couldn’t possibly be the case. It had to be Lucius. She’d fallen into a peaceful sleep with him, his arms around her, and she’d remembered a last thought that she’d never felt so safe and cared for, and that she was somehow already half in love with him.

So why was she scared out of her gourd right now?

Her hand shook as she reached the doorway and lifted the phone’s flashlight to illuminate the bed.

No. Freaking. Way!

There was a lion on the bed.

A…lion.

A lion?

A scream rent from her throat and the lion sat up and stared at her.

She grasped the bedroom door and slammed it shut as another scream of terror came out of her. She dropped the phone in her haste, rushing to get to the front door. She grabbed her shorts and shirt and pulled them on as something heavy hit the bedroom door and a roar echoed in the apartment.

Snagging her bag from the coffee table, she rushed for the door and threw it open, racing barefoot out of the apartment.

“Help! Help!”

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