Desi sat at the kitchen island, stirring her coffee absently. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind, Lucas’s unexpected concern lingering. She hadn’t slept much after he left, and now the awkwardness of seeing him again weighed heavily on her.
Lucas walked into the kitchen, his presence immediately making the air feel thicker. Desi’s gaze flicked to him briefly, then back to her coffee. She wasn’t sure what to say or how to act after their conversation last night.
“Morning,” Lucas said, his voice even but slightly guarded.
“Morning,” Desi replied, her voice quieter than usual. She kept her eyes fixed on her cup, not sure if she wanted to meet his gaze.
Lucas opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. He glanced at her, noticing the tension in her posture. “Did you s
