I scrubbed the last surface of the table, wiping it down until it gleamed. But my mind wasn’t on the cleaning. It was on Lucian. The man that wanted to consume my thoughts.
I could still feel his touch, the way his fingers traced my spine this morning. The way his blue eyes darkened when he looked at me. I had woken up in his arms, pressed so close to him that I could feel his warmth even now.
I bit my lip, shaking my head. I needed to focus.
With a deep breath, I gathered my cleaning supplies and stepped out of the study, making my way toward the kitchen. The chef, Mrs. Hendrick was already plating the final dishes for breakfast, and I quickly stepped in to help her with the little that was left.
But even as I worked beside her, my thoughts wandered back to him.
Would he look at me t
