It had been a few days since Drake had admitted his feelings, yet the air between them still carried the weight of uncertainty. He wasn’t as harsh as before, though the gruffness that defined him never fully disappeared. Lucy found herself thinking about him far more than she wanted to, a persistent pull in her chest that refused to fade. She wasn’t rushing anything. She understood that they were navigating uncharted territory, but she couldn’t deny the flutter in her heart whenever she remembered the way he looked at her, or the teasing smirk he always seemed to have ready.
Whenever she tried to pin him down, to ask for clarity, his answers were always vague, a casual shrug of words that left more unsaid than spoken. “Whatever you think, that’s it. As long as we understand each other, it
