(Lucas’ POV)
Earlier, I went back to my office and sat at my desk just sort of staring at my closed door. I don’t know what had possessed me to do that to her, but I’ve gotta admit, I enjoyed it. I slowly smirked as I went back over what happened. I had a definite effect on her. It was obvious by the look in her eyes.
It was a look I’ve been longing to see for weeks now. It was also all the confirmation I needed to know my suspicions were reality. She’s Tracey Moore. My Lacy. Well, actually not my anything, I guess.
That thought caused a sharp pain to settle briefly in my chest and I began to absently rub the area just over my heart in an effort to soothe the pain. How is it possible that after one night she could have this effect on me? Especially after all the sh*t we’ve been through
