His eyes held promise—and hunger.
I smiled, even though I was still anxious.
Because if anyone could make me forget the chaos around us, it was Lucian.
I got up and headed for the bathroom. After washing up, I changed into a cropped t-shirt and white lace hipsters. I’d noticed Lucian liked them—really liked them—and today, I wanted to tease him a little.
With no plans to go out, I had energy to burn. Between the adrenaline crash, healing, and hours of sleep, I was wide awake and restless. And the best way to burn energy with Lucian? Was exactly the way we both wanted.
He was still on the bed, laptop in his lap, jaw set in concentration. His eyes flicked up as I walked past him.
“Mara…” he groaned.
“I need to work.”
“I’m not doing anything,” I said sweetly, grabbing a croissant from
