(Lucas’s POV)
I sat still while staring towards the radiant magenta color of the furry carpet beneath my feet. Once in awhile, I would brush my feet on it’s silky texture and admire how soft the carpet is. Without me noticing, Noah had also been staring at my shuffling feet.
“Um...”
I averted my gaze while I paused, thinking of something to say.
I am already informed that this is what will happen if we were to meet—this suffocating silent atmosphere that made it hard to breathe. Meanwhile, Noah was still in his seat—which was located in front of me and was separated by the coffee table—while probably waiting for me to say anything. I have this feeling that he didn’t want to scare me, because since earlier, he never tried to emit his pheromones into the surroundings. Somehow I missed hi
