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Her entire body relaxed into him. Being in the darkness with his big strong arms around her brought her such a sense of safety. She didn't know this is exactly what she'd been craving. She nuzzled into him, and he kissed the top of her head.
It was perfect.
She wokeup in the morning to a familiar feeling of a big orange cat kneading her back.
"Not now, I'll feed you later," she groaned at the orange beast as she started to blink open her eyes.
Only then did she sit up fully, realizing she was still at Lucas's. "How...." she looked at the little orange monster who was just purring up at her.
Lucas shifted next to her. "What is it?"
Sadie just gestured to the cat as Lucas nuzzled her and gave George a scritch behind the ears.
"Good morning, George."
"How did he get in here?" Sadie asked, still trying to figure it out.
"How does Mr. Mistofeles do anything? I gave up asking questions like that about this cat ages ago."
Sadie couldn't help but laugh. "Was that a Cats reference? I don't think I've had a good Andrew Lloyd Weber reference before breakfast."
"I see... I should feed you first before I astound you with my lackluster knowledge of musicals. Do you want some coffee?"
He got out of bed and bent to pull on some boxers, and Sadie was just about to say, no, let's stay in this bed a little longer. But then her traitorous stomach gave a rumble.
"Coffee and breakfast?" he asked before slipping on a plain white t-shirt.
"Sure," she said.
Before he left the room he leaned over and gave her a kiss. While it wasn't a deep passionate kiss, it was more a gentle yet still claiming kiss. He pulled back leaving her breathless.
"I'll meet you downstairs."
When she came downstairs Lucas was already in the kitchen humming and whipping up some eggs in a bowl as the coffee pot burbled next to him. Her heart squeezed in her chest as she took in the sight and the cat wound around his legs.
"Humming more Adrew Lloyd Webber?" she asked.
He turned to her with a smile that settled into a place in her heart she wasn't sure even existed anymore.
"Nah, I'm not sure what I was humming. I just woke up in a really good mood." He crossed the room to kiss her before he got back to making them breakfast. "Are eggs okay?"
"Perfect. So howdoyou have musical knowledge? You don't really strike me as the type."
"I'm not really, but my mom is. Every Mother’s Day and for her birthday we would take her to a show in the city."
"Aww, that's really nice. Is your family close?"
He nodded as she poured the eggs into a frying pan. He turned and pushed the toast down into the toaster. "Yeah, one of my brother's lives in the city but two of us are still here and my parents are pretty great."
"I could tell. I had a nice time with your mom yesterday."
"What about your family?" he asked as he stirred the eggs.
With a sigh she went and poured herself a cup of coffee. "My family is complicated. They're fine, they just don't really understand me."
"That sucks," he said as he started plating up their breakfast.
"That's not that bad. Well... I'm not speaking to my sister right now, and because of that I'm kind of dodging my mom's phone calls... but besides that."
