Just like before, I feel like my whole universe is shifting, orbiting around this man as I hold him in my arms. I want to hold him tighter, just to make sure he doesn’t run away from me again. But I don’t want to scare him off. He’s already terrified of me.
So I just kiss him gently, pressing my lips to his ever so softly, trying desperately to make him remember.
Please remember.
He feels so timid, so conflicted. It makes me hate Bethea and what she’s doing to him even more.
Suddenly he gasps, taking in a sharp breath against my mouth. He pushes me away, panting heavily and looking like he’s just woken up from a deep sleep. His eyes are wide, darting around frantically.
“Lucas?” I ask slowly, “Are you okay?”
He looks back at me slowly, studying my face intently for a second before he
