Adam froze at the mention of Lucy, his heart skipping a beat. He searched Elena’s face, trying to gauge her emotions, but her expression was guarded.
“Elena,” he began, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief. “What are you talking about? Lucy and I—there’s nothing between us. There never has been.”
Her gaze flickered, a mixture of doubt and pain clouding her eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me, Adam. I saw you both kissing in her bedroom, remember? It’s okay if—if you’ve found someone else.”
Adam’s frustration bubbled to the surface, not at her, but at the walls she was trying to build between them. “You think I’d be here, begging you to fight, if I had feelings for someone else? Elena, I’m here because I love you. What happened me and Lucy was a mistake, nothing more. I was drunk,
