"In the language of flowers Roses can mean many things like love; passion; lust and a single rose can mean True Love." He explained as he offerred Rayne a rose.

"It's beautiful, Lucus." Rayne took the rose.

"Actually, its Luka." He corrected her as the inhaled the rose's aroma making her smile.

"You have a beautiful smile."

Rayne looked at him and sighed.

"And your eyes-"

"Luka."

"My name sounds so nice out of your mouth."

" I. Can't."

She placed her hand against his chest feeling his heart beating against her palm but Luka kissed her hand.

"Luka, I can't" He continued kissing her fingers and palm, "I-I-" She fought against Luka's soft lips.

"Luka?" He started to suck her finger.

'Luka..." She started to moan his name. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, "Stop it." She moaned but she didn't move away, "Luka don't... I can't think of myself while my father still draws breath. I can't be in a relationship until he is Dead."

"Who's asking for a relationship?" He slid her wet finger out of his mouth.

I regaurded him for a moment, "But carnal lust is a totally different story."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Rayne smiled though half-lidded eyes.

He buried his face in her flat stomache as she curled around him and he carried her akwardly to the bed.