As I watched Lucian's car pull into the driveway, it felt as though everything was starting to fall into place. If I could, I'd spend every moment by his side. When he was with me, nothing else seemed to matter, no matter how wrong things went.
"Waiting for me at the door?" he asked, grinning as he walked in through the open door.
"No, I was just taking out the trash," I said, glancing away. The combination of his expensive suit and the scent of his cologne created an irresistible allure.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close, forcing me to look at him. I was caught.
"If you’ve taken out that imaginary trash, let’s close the door," he said, that smug smile still playing on his lips. How did he manage to affect me so much with just a smile?
With one hand, he pushed the
