Lucian
Mara and I went back to sleep after finishing our sandwiches and talking through the mess with my family. We woke later than planned, scrambling to get ready.
The Clearwaters gave us a few raised eyebrows over breakfast—not that I blamed them. Mara had screamed quite a few things last night, and if I were in their shoes, I’d be curious too.
Honestly? Remembering the things she said just made me smile.
I stayed back a moment as she walked ahead to the car. I liked watching her like that—confident, elegant, all curves and quiet power. She wore a short button-up dress, and it hugged her in all the right ways.
My mind wandered. That dress could be undone with one hand and a hungry kiss. The kind of thought that made me want to call off the day entirely.
Somehow, without ever spe
