LEAH
We don't talk on the way back to the suite.
Lucian walks two steps ahead like he's afraid he'll explode if I so much as brush his arm. And me? I'm too emotionally sunburned to try. My heels click on the marble in sync with his boots, and I hate that it sounds like a countdown.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
When we reach the suite, he opens the door like a soldier, controlled, and precise, no eye contact with me. He doesn't even wait for me to step in first. He just walks straight in, shrugs off his jacket, and tosses it over the chair like it was biting his skin.
Cool.
I kick off my shoes and start peeling myself out of this goddess-awful gown. It clings to my thighs like a leech. Lucian says nothing as I try taking off the dress, not even a word. The silence is so heavy that I could
