“Will you sit up,” she said, phrasing the question as a command. He did as she said, at last. “Now, go to bed while I go to school.”
“Will you come with me? Just for a little bit,” he said, some emotion finally leaking into his voice.
His words and voice told her it wouldn’t be to sleep.
“Not with your bloodied t-shirt on,” she said.
He took it off right there and then. She took his hand and led him up the stairs. When they reached the top, he tugged on her hand suddenly, pulling her to him. He pressed his lips against hers, holding her against him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She walked backwards, pulling him into the bedroom. He lowered her onto the bed without breaking the seal of their lips.
She pulled her top over her head, pulling away from him for only a moment. He then helped her wriggle out of her trousers. He knelt up and undid his own trousers. He kicked them off before his lips met hers again.
As Beth lay in Robert’s arms, she knew she was going to be late for school and she just didn’t care.
“I had a weird dream last night. At least, I think it was a dream,” she said.
“Oh?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair.
“Lucius came to me and told me not to go and see you when you came home,” she told him quietly.
“He told me not to come to bed,” Robert murmured.
“So it was real.”
“No, it was most definitely a dream. He can worm his way into peoples’ minds and create their dreams. One of his favourite pastimes. A gift from his father, actually.”
“Jay can do it too then?” she asked.
“What? No, he can’t.”
Beth frowned and looked up at him. “But you told me Jay was his father.”
“I told you Jay was essentially his father. Not biologically, but to everyone, including Lucius, he is.”
“You’re confusing me.”
He chuckled. “Ez probably has a family tree somewhere in the records.”
Beth sat up. “I need to go to school,” she said, bending down to kiss him.
“Have a good day,” he grinned.
“It’s Monday, how can I not?” she said sarcastically.
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.”
“Must be why you’re so fluent in it then,” she teased before getting up and going into the bathroom for a quick shower.
When she came out, Robert was asleep. She smiled and dressed quickly, hurrying out to the car without eating breakfast.
When she pulled up at the school and signed in, she practically ran to her lesson. She opened the door silently and slipped inside. Everyone’s eyes turned to look at her.
“Beth, care to explain why you’re so late?” Mrs Henson asked.
“Sorry, Mrs Henson, family problems,” she said with an apologetic smile.