I woke up with the taste of regret thick on my tongue. My body still tingled with the ghost of last night, with the reckless, foolish, damning mistake of that kiss. Inside me, the storm raged on. I had kissed him back. For a fleeting second, I had let my heart override my mind, let my past overpower my present and now, there was no taking it back. I clenched the duvet in my fists, inhaling sharply. I couldn’t afford to fall apart now. Last night meant nothing, I would make sure of that. I had Ethan. I had moved on and Lucas was nothing more than a ghost from a past I refused to resurrect. With that thought anchoring me, I forced myself out of bed.
The dining area was already buzzing with conversation when I stepped in. The scent of coffee and buttered toast filled the air, but my stomach
