I don't move.
I can't move.
I can't look.
Because what I just heard...can't be true.
But Talia looks over my shoulder, eyes wide, as if she's looking at a ghost.
And I still can't-
I-
A gentle hand touches my cheek and turns my face toward...
Toward Lucas.
Tall. Dark hair, green eyes, devilishly handsome - no.
Absolutely infuriating.
Irritating.
Obnoxious.
Infuriatingly irresistible bastard.
He smiles.
So softly.
"...Hello."
There's no missing the adoration in his gaze as his hand brushes against my cheek, loving.
There's a tension in his muscles. A wariness.
He's expecting me to start yelling at him at any moment.
I'll do much worse than yell at him.
I grab his stupid face and pull him in for...
an angry
furious
desperate kiss.
