“Do you ever knock?”
Determined, yet with a cocky smile, he steps closer until he closes that last gap between our heated gaze, and beyond his control, he only but snaps back at me, “And are you always so goddamn stubborn?”
My first instinct is to jump up from this couch and punch the man in his f*****g face but just as I am about to do the very thing, I notice his eyes.
They are dark and somewhat empty.
Not only is there a big pain that lies underneath the tears that he is trying to push away, but they are far more swollen than any man’s eyes like those of Lucas should ever be.
Lucas has been crying.
He has been crying over me.
He is broken and defeated.
And in my way own f****d up way, it feels like I have won.
I have brought Lucas to his knees and it is on those very knees tha
