Chapter 40 - Almost Caught And Jealousy.

Ford. 

"Favourite colour?"

"Black, hands down," he answers. 

"Worst fear?"

He looks at me with a serious expression and it makes my heart race. I watch his lips part as he reveals the answer "Right now, losing you." He pauses "Yours?" 

He is playing with the strands of my hair; we are sprawled on a blanket on his floor. His bed wasn't big enough to take both of us side by side. We have been in bed all day. This has been the most perfect day of my life. If I could have weekends like this with him, then I wouldn't ask for anything else. 

"You hating me," those words might be lacklustre but they mean everything to me. I will take losing him over him hating me. I don't want to ever disappoint him; I don't want to be the cause of tears in his eyes. The only thing I want to be responsible for is his happiness. 

"I doubt I will ever hate you," he rolls his eyes, almost like he can't even fathom the thought. 

"I will never do anything to make you hate me. I will never hurt you. From this moment, till the day that I die, I will live to make you happy. To only bring smiles to your face." 

He turns to his side and rests his elbow on the floor, I smile because looking at him is even better than lying down next to him. the imperfection that makes him all the more perfect to me. the freckles, the acne, how red he gets. These are the things I love and appreciate about him. I wouldn't change anything about him. 

''I'm never letting you go," he shakes his head continuously. 

"Neither am I. I am too deep in this. I can't let go of this again. You pushed and you've won. Now there is no letting me go." I pull him closer and wrap my arms around his waist tightly. He slides his face into the crook of my neck and I inhale deeply, to register this scent in me forever. 

I hear the jingles of keys outside his room and freeze in his arms. It sounds like the front door. Lance pulls away from me immediately and sits up. We are both naked. This room smells of sex. I just hope it is not who I think it is. 

"Thought your mom wasn't coming today?" I question standing up from the floor. I grab the blanket and cover up my junk as he hurries to put on random clothes from the chair by his table. 

"Shit. I thought so too." 

He ends up wearing a different pair of shorts and a dirty shirt. there are brown stains on the sleeves. 

"Lance," I hear his mother's voice. 

I recognise her voice instantly. I have met her too many times to forget. Her footsteps are loud. "I'm not decent," he shouts so she wouldn't barge into the room. 

Lance walks over to a drawer and grabs a pair of shorts and a shirt. I know they will be too tight instantly but this is not the time to be selective. I put the clothes on hurriedly terrified out of my mind. this is just the first day. The first fucking day of doing this lowkey dating and we are about to be caught. How do I explain being here? Shit. 

"What do we say?" I ask him in a hushed tone. 

He runs his hands through his hair "We're friends. She already knows that. You were just hanging out." 

I don't know how we are going to lie our way out of this because this looks hella suspicious but it is too soon to get caught. I don't want this to end. I want to stay in this bubble for as long as possible. Sure enough, his clothes are tight on me. even without looking at the mirror, I can already tell from the way the sleeves of the shirt hug my arms. Lance chuckles, and I roll my eyes because I am nervous as fuck "Not funny babe, how are we going to get out of this?" I raise a brow. 

He shrugs and walks over to me. he slings his arms around my neck and tiptoes. On his toes, he almost matches up to my height "It's going to be alright. My mom is not the sharpest at figuring things out. I will handle this."

He plants a soft peck on my lips and I release a sigh because touching him makes me feel better. He has taken away all my worries with just a little assurance and a kiss. He lets go of me and I watch him walk out of the house. I see my shoes in a corner in the room and put them on immediately. I can't have his mother suspecting anything. I am not ready for this to end. 

I doubt I ever will be. 

I hear their voices through the door and after a couple of seconds, he walks back into the room. "She wants to say hi." 

"What if she recognises your clothes?" 

He smiles "I told her you spent the night. She doesn't suspect a thing. It's fine." 

His mom is okay with me spending the night. She already thinks we are bonding. She thinks this will help her relationship with my father. I wish I could give her some kind of warning on what kind of man he is but it is not in my place. I can't do anything but watch them, I know it wouldn't last. My father is not the best person to be in a relationship with but there is nothing I can say or do. 

We walk out of his room together and Mrs Wellborn is seated on the couch. She stands up when she sees me and there is like the brightest smile on her face. Can she really be that excited to see me? she always has this happy expression on her face whenever she sees me. I know it is not genuine. She just wants me to like her. I am her boyfriend's son. She has to pretend, even if she doesn't really like me. 

Brad honey, this is a pleasant surprise." She walks over to me and wraps her hands around me for an embrace. I am caught off guards which just makes me stand with both arms at my sides. I don't know what she is expecting but it is definitely not to hug her back.

She pulls back from the hug and the smile is still on her face. I glance at Lance and he has a sheepy smile on his face. This must be fun for him, but it is awkward as fuck right now.

"Have you guys had dinner, should I make something quick for us. Or we could order Chinese?" 

I shake my head because I don't want to sit through another awkward dinner. "I was about to leave." 

"Are you sure you can't stay?" she looks disappointed. 

"I have a lot of homework, maybe next time." 

Lance snickers and I glare at him. 

With her look of disappointment, she sighs "Alright, but you owe me a family dinner. All four of us." She added my dad to the mix. It is upsetting to me that with her involved, he wants us to sit down at a dinner table as a family. I don't ever sit down with him for a meal. 

So now with lance and his mom in the picture we have to pretend like we are this perfect family. 

It sucks. 

"Alright, ma'am."

We walk out of his house and he grabs my arm gently. I hold him and he smiles "You were so awkward back there," he points out. 

With an eye roll "You were too, at my house." 

He chuckles "Your father was so fake, I thought he'd just adopt me there and then." 

He stops walking in front of an apartment door and knocks on it. I look at him as we wait in front of the door and he explains without me saying anything "Jack's place. We need his key to get you home." 

"I can call a car," I object. 

He shakes his head immediately "No way… I want to spend more time with you." He beams, my heart melts at how adorable he is. 

The door opens suddenly and Jack groans when he sees us. This is his best friend; jack looks like the kind of person I'd get along with and the way he treats Lance makes me like him the more. 

"You guys fucked." He looks at our hands linked together. 

Lance nods proudly, I furrow my brows in confusion. "So the heist to get a fucking condom last night paid off." 

Its weird that they are so open about stuff like this. I wish I had someone to talk to about these kinds of stuff. Lance nods his head and speaks up "I need to borrow your car." 

Jack rolls his eyes and closes the door, on our faces. I don't know what this means but Lance is not bothered. The door opens suddenly and he tosses the key to him "See ya later," without another word he shuts the door again. 

"Come on," 'Lance leads me down the stairs. 

We get outside in a couple of minutes and he leads us to an underground parking lot full of cars. A guy stops walking in front of us and he has a smile on his face when he notices us "Hey," he waves slowly. 

Lance smiles widely "Patrick." He exclaims. 

Jealousy seeps out as I watch him with this very handsome man. they seem to know each other. This Patrick guy moves closer and I want to punch him in the fucking face. 

Who the hell is this? 

And why is he looking at my boyfriend like he is a piece of meat?