Quicksand
Chapter 8
Authors note : Stay tuned. Thank you all.
Sometimes I wonder if anything is absolute anymore. Is there still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable, left to interpretation, gray? Sometimes were forced to bend the truth? to transform it because we are faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes, things simply catch up with us."
"I need you to just be my friend. Support me. Understand why i'm doing this. You don't have to like it. But don't try to fight me on it."
"I don't want to waste time fighting. I'll tell everyone in my own way. My dad already knows. I went to his house before coming here."
"I'll say goodnight to Ellison then leave." Peyton explained.
"I'll be here." Lucas replied. Not knowing what else to say.
So he said nothing. He laid back on the living room chair.
Closed his eyes and tried to process what this meant.
...
Ellison had his sketchbook in his hands with an excited smile.
As his mom entered the room.
Peyton sat down and focused on him. Words couldn't describe how much she missed her son. Being apart from him all this time. Was so difficult.
He handed over his sketchpad and watched as his mom looked over his sketches.
"What do you think momma.?" Ellison asked.
"I think you're grandma Ellie would be overjoyed to know. The artistic talents live on in you."
"These are the best." Peyton stated matter of fact.
"Momma are you going to stay here and not go anywhere again.?" Ellison asked.
Peyton leaned over kissing his forehead.
She stared at his innocent face. And green eyes that mirrored her own.
"I'll always be here with you. Whether or sitting right next to you or if im far away. You are the best part of me."
"And i love you so much." Peyton proclaimed.
"I love you too momma." Ellison said. Engulfing his mom in a hug.
...
Days Later
Lucas entered through the door of Clothes over bros.
His gaze locked on Brooke as he went over to the register.
"If you're interested.?Us hanging out would be great."
"I'm all yours." Lucas suggested.
"Sure. I would like that. You have a key to my house."
"Come on over and we can have some fun." Brooke replied.
Lucas pulled her into a hug.
Brooke hugged him back breathing deeply.
...
Awhile Later
Lucas noticed unlike most of their romantic encounters.
Where everything was fast and fueled by lust and want for each other.
Brooke wanted things slow this time. Her kisses. Movement.
Brooke gasped locking eyes with him.
Feeling as he carefully removed his boxers then her her thong.
Once they were bare fully in front of each other.
Lucas leaned down reconnecting their lips.
He began to move inside of her slowly.
Brooke's hands went his back. Digging into him.
Brooke's heavy breaths quickly turned to moans and groans.
He knew her body in a way no other man did.
Lucas lifted her legs onto his shoulders.
Feeling her walls start to close up around him.
He catered to her. What she wanted and needed.
Losing track of the deep strokes he was giving her.
Brooke cried out his name. Her body shaking under him.
Lucas slowed down his movements. Kissing her neck furiously.
"I love you." Brooke proclaimed. As she clung to him.
Coming down from her high.
