Chapter Twenty-three.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my whole body trembling as I questioned what I had been thinking… allowing myself to get that close to him.
He simply stood up, got dressed in silence, and left for work without a single glance back.
The entire place was engulfed in silence, laced with the lingering scent of his cologne.
It clung to the air… to the walls… to me.
I found myself breathing it in without meaning to, as though holding onto it would somehow keep him close.
Everything reminded me of Lucas.
No matter what I did, no matter where I turned, my thoughts kept circling back to him.
As I went about my daily routine, trying to distract myself, it became painfully clear—
He was the only thing on my mind.
I began to wonder if I was losing my mind when the though
