The morning sunlight filtered through the garage’s high windows. Lily’s head ached terribly. She sat on the edge of the workbench, knees pulled close, trying to focus on anything else.
A shadow fell across her.
Lucas.
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, black leather jacket catching the light. His gaze swept over her slowly.
“You are up early,” he said. “Or maybe you just couldn’t sleep thinking about last night?”
Lily’s cheeks flushed. “Maybe…” She looked away, biting her lip.
He stepped closer, hand brushing against hers as he reached for a tool.
“You have been quiet since we got here,” he said. “Don’t tell me you are regretting it.”
“I am not,” she admitted, meeting his eyes. “I… just didn’t know what to think.”
Lucas tilted his head, a slow smirk forming. “That is fin
