LUCINDA’S POV
Lucinda stood at the door unsure of what to do. Of course she knew what to do. All she had to do was either ring the door bell or knock at the door.
This was a terrible idea. This was definitely a terrible idea.
Here she was at eight twelve pm standing in front of his door.
She wasn’t used to feeling this way. All glittery and anxious like some dumb teenage girl. So why was she acting like this? Even when she was a teenager she was like this.
She was as tough as hell, so why was she she so scared and tensed up to talk to this one.
She liked being in control of situations after all.
She itches her neck.
Heavens she had been standing here for almost a good five minuets,
If he somehow managed to come out and see her standing awkwardly in front of his door, she was goi
