Free Lost Girl: Part 2 by Elodie Short

Chapter 1
     
     
    I wake up with a grunt. I must’ve slept in a very awkward position for my neck to be as stiff as it is. Gritting my teeth I try to roll over to stretch my neck in a different position, but I’m stopped in my tracks by the arm that’s wrapped around me and firmly holds me in place. Confused I slowly open my eyes, and look down at my chest, then along up to the shoulder the arm’s attached to and swallow hard.
    “Rick?” I whisper. There’s no reply. “Rick,” I whisper again, this time a little louder and prod my elbow into his chest.
    “Nrgh,” he grumbles in disagreement from behind me.
    “Rick, wake up,” I hiss while I start pushing his arm off of me.
    “Summer?” he mumbles, opening his eyes slowly. “Yes,” I reply, still whispering, “I’m stuck.”
    “Stuck?” he asks, confusion resounding in his voice.
    “Yes,” I grunt, a shooting pain racing up through my neck when I try to turn to look at him, “your arm is holding me hostage.”
    “Sorry,” he mumbles and finally frees me.
    “Hi.” We suddenly hear Anna’s voice from the other side of the room, and both sit up in an instant. Nothing happened last night, we’re still fully dressed, apart from Rick’s shirt that’s lying on the floor in front of the sofa. We talked and kissed for hours and must have fallen asleep in each other’s arms, yet we both stare at Anna, a little flustered and embarrassed. I can feel my cheeks getting hot at being caught, and when I see Rick’s do the same I let out a little giggle.
    “Good morning Annie,” he says, trying to ignore my giggles but ends up poking me in my side and laughing.
    “Did you sleep well?” I ask her.
    “Mhm,” she nods, “I need the toilet.”
    “Go on then,” I smile at her while I nod towards the bathroom door. As soon as she closes the door behind her, Rick turns to me again, “how did you sleep?”
    “Rotten,” I grumble.
    “Rotten?” he asks, looking a little hurt.
    “Mhm,” I nod, “my neck hurts. I think I’ve slept in a funny position.”
    Gently he brushes my hair out of my neck, and starts rubbing it with his hand, “how’s that?” he asks.
    “Sooo good,” I breathe, letting my head dangle on my chest while his hand rubs over my sore neck.
    “Go sit in between my legs.”
    “What?” I ask, looking at him in shock.
    He laughs, “go sit on the floor, in between my legs.”
    “Oh,” I stutter, “okay.” And I do as instructed, I climb to the floor and sit down between his knees. He strokes my long hair out of my neck again, and starts massaging me with both hands. From time to time he hits a sore spot and I grunt in disagreement while grabbing onto his calves and digging my fingers in.
    “I’m glad I’m still wearing my jeans,” he jokes when I dig in deep.
    “I’m not,” I mumble without thinking, and instantly regret it. Slowly I bend my head back, to see if he’s heard me. The grin on his face tells me that he has, and I feel my cheeks turning bright red again.
    “What are you doing?” Anna asks, coming out of the bathroom at just the right time to save me from more embarrassment.
    “Summer had a sore neck. She’s obviously not used to sleeping on a couch,” he chuckles.
    “What are we doing today?” she asks, coming over to us.
    I shrug lightly underneath Rick’s hands. He’s stopped massaging me, but his hands linger on my neck and I don’t want them to leave me, “I don’t know.”
    “I am going home in a bit, I want a shower and some clean clothes.”
    “Oh,” she replies, looking sad.
    “Do you want to come with me?”
    “Are we coming back?”
    “That depends on Summer,” he says and I hear the suggestive tone in his voice.
    Anna looks a little concerned, “can we come back?”
    “Of course you can,” I smile at her and I feel Rick’s hot breath on my cheek as he bends down to me. “Are you sure?” he whispers to me.
    “Positive,” I whisper back.
    “We’ll see you soon then,” he