ROSALIE’s POV
“Are you avoiding me?”
I froze, my cheeks heating up again. “I’m not avoiding you.”
Lucian raised one eyebrow. “You’re looking at your bedroom door like it’s a rescue exit.”
“…It’s a very nice door.”
He huffed a small laugh and shook his head. “Come on, Kitten. Relax.” He tilted his head toward the kitchen. “I’m making lunch. You can either keep standing there looking like you’re about to sprint, or you can help me.”
I blinked. “Help you?”
“Unless you’d rather keep overthinking whatever’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” His tone was teasing, but surprisingly gentle. “Last night happened. We’re all adults. You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me… or any of us.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. “It’s just… a lot.”
“I know.” Lucian shrugged, leaning agains
