(Lena’s POV).
Telling Lucas about my past overwhelms me the emotions I’ve locked away for so long come rushing back, hitting me like a tidal wave.
My heart aches, and my body trembles as if my soul is being torn apart. The weight of my confession crushes me, making it hard to breathe.
Lucas watches me with an unreadable expression, but I can see the storm in his eyes—anger, pity, sorrow.
I don’t want any of it. I don’t want to feel anything. The pain is too much, suffocating me, consuming me.
“Lucas…” My voice is barely above a whisper as I shift closer to him, my hands trembling.
He looks down at me, waiting. I press my lips to his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin against my mouth.
Then I lift my gaze to meet his, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“I don’t want to
