I laughed despite myself, grabbing one for myself. The rich chocolate melted on my tongue, a sweet reprieve from the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
“So,” Jenna said, leaning against the counter next to me, “what’s the plan?”
“What plan?” I asked, biting into another strawberry.
“With Lucas,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“There is no plan,” I said firmly. “He can do whatever he wants, as long as he stays out of my way.”
Jenna gave me a pointed look. “Lyra, he held your thigh hostage through an entire dinner. I don’t think ‘staying out of your way’ is on his agenda.”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Don’t remind me. That was humiliating.”
“Humiliating or... thrilling?” Jenna teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Jenna!” I hissed, swatting h
