ASHLEY’S POV
Lucas kept his hand on my thigh like it belonged there. His thumb moved in slow circles, absent-minded but intentional enough to make every nerve in my leg tingle.
We were pressed together in the corner booth, hidden by dim lighting and the tall wooden divider behind us. I could smell his cologne. The scent was clean, dark, addictive. I hated that I wanted to lean into him. I hated that my body reacted before my mind did. But I sat still, pretending his touch didn’t affect me, pretending I was composed when inside my body felt like it was on fire.
His eyes never left the window. He tilted his head slightly, watching the street, scanning for the man following me. His jaw was tight. I could see his muscle ticking, and every few seconds he squeezed my thigh like he was groun
