Lucas drove the few hours to the small town where he was to make his delivery for Sonny and got a room at a small, cheap, hotel. After eating his fast food dinner, he turned out all the lights and laid down on the bed, with just the light from the television, with the sound turned down, flickering in the room.He was lying with his hands behind his head, starting at the ceiling, thinking about the events of the past several days, wondering why so many things that had happened had sparked that feeling of recognition in him. From the moment he had touched Elizabeth, met Sonny, held Loren and finally to the moment he had kissed Elizabeth as if it were the most natural thing to do. He felt so drawn to her, especially since he had kissed her. He was still reeling from the emotions and feelings that she was stirring in him. In fact, he could barely think of anything else. He imagined what it would feel like to really kiss her, to feel her body close to his and to finally breathe in the scent of her hair. He could almost feel her lying beside him, her hands on him as they kissed. He suddenly sat up on the edge of the bed, and laughed softly to himself. He could not remember the last time he had felt such desire for a woman. He needed to take a cold shower.
He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, but instead of turning on the cold tap, he turned it to lukewarm. He lathered his chest and arms and tried to forget about her, but she wasn't about to leave him now. She was right there in the shower with him and his hand moved to below his stomach. He imagined them lying together naked. He could almost feel her leaning over him, teasing him as she dragged her hair across his chest and leaned down to graze her nipples against his mouth, then teasingly pull them away. It seemed so real, as if it were a real memory and not a dream. He knew just how she would feel perched above him as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He knew just how their eyes would lock and be filled with the most incredibly pure love and desire for each other as they moved together. He was breathing heavily now, wanting this dream to become a reality, and soon felt so weak that he had to lean his other hand against the shower wall until he found the release he needed.
He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He sat on the bed, running his hands through his wet hair as he realized he had still not rid himself of her The feelings were still there, stronger and more intense than before. He threw the towel on the chair laid back on the bed and tried to sleep, but sleep would not come for him that night. He would be haunted by thoughts of Elizabeth, thoughts of kissing her, and the desire to kiss her again, in fact to do much more than kiss her.