*EVELYN’S POV*
As I approached the door of Lucas’s house, my phone still in my hand after ending my father's call, the door suddenly swung open. Lucas appeared, dressed in just a pair of shorts, his bare chest glistening in the dim porch light.
"Evelyn," he greeted me, surprise evident in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
I looked at him suspiciously. "We need to talk," I said, leaving no room for small talk.
He blinked, caught off guard. "Why didn’t you call me?" Lucas asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "I tried," I said, gesturing with air quotes. "But every time I called, your line was busy. I’m very sure you were making that important call that made you forget that you left someone waiting.."
Lucas placed his hand on his face, loo
