Esme
“Es,” I heard Lucas gently calling my name and pulling me from sleep. I drowsily opened my eyes and realized we were still outside on the porch swing. I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked up at him with a smile.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized and sat up completely. “I guess I should go in and let you get home,” I added, standing up.
“I know that tonight changed things for us, but I don’t want to go home. I won’t be able to sleep after everything that happened today. I can even sleep on the couch.” He rambled, unsure of himself. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen him so flustered.
“On the couch?” I asked, deciding to tease him some.
“Yeah, I don’t,” he began, before seeing my smile and smirking at me, realizing I was taunting him. He pulled me into a bear hug from behind and began
