[Lucien]
Dinner was bland. Or maybe it just tasted that way because Violet wasn't across from me.
I sat there longer than I needed to, stirring the last bite of rice with the edge of my fork, ignoring the waitress who kept glancing over. I wasn't hungry anymore. Not really. Just restless.
I didn't call her. I'd almost dialled her name twice—once right after the meal, and again when I got back to the suite. But I'd promised to stay away. She needed space, and I didn't want to be the clingy i***t who pushed too hard.
Even if every minute apart from her made me itch under my skin.
Still, I'd been good. I'd kept my distance. Unless looking at the treasure trove of pictures I'd taken of her sleeping during the course of the last few weeks meant otherwise.
It wasn't just that I missed her.
