I stormed into my room, shutting the door a little harder than I intended. My pulse was still racing, my mind spinning with the memory of Lucas’s words. I’m just honest. And you’re lying to yourself if you think this thing between us doesn’t exist.
Thing? What "thing"? The only "thing" between us was a constant tug-of-war, with me desperately trying to escape his games and him always finding new ways to push my buttons.
I flopped onto my bed, letting out a frustrated groan as I buried my face in the pillow. My moment of solitude didn’t last long, though.
A soft knock sounded at the door before Jenna’s familiar voice called out, “Lyra? Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I mumbled, sitting up and smoothing my hair as she stepped inside.
Jenna, with her bright eyes and ever-curious expression, imme
