As I read his message, my heart seemed to leap, then pound, then stop altogether. A sharp, giddy squeal slipped out before I could catch it, and a hot flush bloomed across my cheeks. God—I hadn’t felt this kind of rush in ages.
I bit my lip, bouncing on the spot, a ridiculous little dance breaking free as I tugged my hair back behind my ears and smirked. This man had a way with words. Damn.
And of course, my brain had to ruin it. See? You forgive him so easily. But you never forgave Jacob for the same thing.
“So what if I forgive him for what I couldn’t forgive Jacob for? It’s different. This is Lucien’s first time, okay?!” I hissed back at the voice in my head, sounding every bit like a lunatic arguing with herself.
Anyway, I wasn’t about to let guilt crush the spark in my chest. Eve
