Scarlett
Was this really happening?
Was I really kissing the man I had harbored feelings for, for so long? I used to think this day would never come, but it was here, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Lucas’s lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache. His hand stayed gentle in my hair, the other sliding down to rest at my waist, pulling me closer but never demanding.
I melted into him, fingers curling into the bare skin of his shoulders. I didn’t know how to explain it, but whenever I was with Lucas…
It felt warm and easy. It was nothing like the chaotic pull I felt whenever Atlas looked at me, and I liked it.
We finally broke apart to catch our breaths, and Lucas smiled, resting his forehead against mine.
“Damn, Scarlett,” he whispered, voice rough
