Fated Dreams (Book One In The Affinity series) by Christina Smith Page A

trouble—”
    I cut her off.
“No, Mom, you’ll only make it worse. Can we talk about it later?”
    She sighed.
“All right, but I won’t forget, and his parents will hear about this.”
    “No, I don’t
want that either, but I don’t want to think about that now.”
     “Fine. So
you’re with Lucas? What are you doing?”
    I blushed;
thankfully, she couldn’t see. “We’re just hanging out watching a movie,” I
lied. I heard Lucas laugh softly.
    “Don’t be home
too late.”
    “I won’t. Bye.”
I hung up and glanced at Lucas. “It’s fine, I can stay for a while.”
    He smiled,
grabbed my hands, and pulled me up off my feet. I squealed, surprised by his
sudden change of mood, but was cut off as his lips pressed onto mine.
    “Let’s go,” I
said, pushing him away. He bent down and picked up his coat. After he put it
on, he took my hand and pulled me onto the path, back to his house.
     
     
     

Chapter
Ten
First
Date
     
    We passed through the trees and into his
backyard. I followed him up the steps of the back deck, where he reached over
the railing and pulled a hidden key off a hook.
    “This is where
we keep our spare key, if you ever want to sneak into my room at night to
surprise me.” His tone of voice was teasing, but the spark in his eyes made me
wonder if he was serious.
    “Yeah, don’t
hold your breath,” I said dryly, hoping to hide my sudden nerves.
    He chuckled as
he shoved the key in the lock and opened the door. We stepped inside, into an
enormous, open kitchen with large stainless steel appliances that were so shiny
you could see your reflection. A massive kitchen island stood in the center
separating the appliances from the table. The cupboards were finished in a
mixture of whitewashed wood and glass. Stainless steel light fixtures hung from
the ceiling, creating ample light for cooking. This was a kitchen that belonged
to someone with a passion for cooking. It was obvious that his father had
designed it; he was the chef at their family restaurant.
    “You want a
soda?” Lucas asked, opening the fridge.
    “Sure, do you
have diet?”
    He took out a
cola for himself and a diet one for me then led me into their living room. It
was big, but very comfortable. The centerpiece of the room was a fireplace with
a flat-screen TV on the wall above it.
    He sat down on
the plush sofa and patted the seat beside him. I joined him as he turned on the
TV. He turned it to a movie I had never seen before, but I didn’t really pay
attention; I was very aware of how close he was. Our legs were touching, and I
could feel warmth emanating from his body.
    He leaned back
into the couch, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me against him. We sat
snuggled on the sofa watching the movie. His arm was so warm and comfortable,
there was no where else I wanted to be.
    After the movie
was over, he ordered pizza. When it was delivered, Lucas brought it over and
placed it on the coffee table. Sitting down beside me, he handed me a greasy
slice. It smelled so good I couldn’t wait to taste it.
    While we ate,
we listened to his new CD. Lucas started telling me about some of the
situations Andy and Kyle had gotten him into. When he finished a story about
the three of them spying on Kyle’s older sister’s slumber party, he leaned
back, lifting his fifth piece of pizza.
    “How could you
possibly stuff another piece into your stomach?”
    He smiled then
took a bite. “It’s a talent. You’d be amazed at how much I can eat.”
    “Why are you so
thin?”
    “I work out.”
He picked up a napkin and wiped some tomato sauce that had dripped on his
jeans.
    I laughed.
    “Why is that
funny?”
    “I just can’t
picture you lifting weights like those muscle guys that oil up their bodies.”
    “There are
other ways to work out, and I don’t do it to get muscles. I like it.”
    “I still can’t
see it, though, you’re more the book reading type.” I leaned forward and
stacked our plates onto the pizza box.
    He