Emily
The warm water cascaded over my skin, I rested my forehead against the tiled wall of the shower, letting the steam fill my lungs. Last night, tucked against Lucas, watching the steady rhythm of his breathing, I'd felt a sense of peace so profound it was almost terrifying. That kiss...it had been a conversation without words, it was tender and deep, and it had unraveled something inside me, leaving me feeling wonderfully and frighteningly exposed.
But then, the thought of Sophie's warnings and Lucas so effortlessly dismissing his mother's call, his face hardening, I wanted to believe in the man sleeping beside me, the man whose face looked so angelic. I wanted to believe he was my perfect sanctuary but couldn’t help the fear.
I turned off the water, wrapping a plush hotel towel ar
