Amara
Letting him in felt like surrendering something I didn’t know I had been holding.
Lucian stepped into the clinic without a word, and I shut the door behind him. The quiet between us wasn’t hostile-it was something else. Dense. Charged. Like a storm gathering just out of sight.
He didn’t speak at first. Didn’t move closer. Just waited, eyes dark and steady, hands resting at his sides like he was afraid any sudden motion might startle me.
I should’ve sent him away. I should have asked for space.
Inside, I lit the kettle.
“I’ll make tea,” I said, just to fill the silence.
“Thank you,” he said gently, like I’d just handed something precious.
We stood in the stillness while the water heated, and I hated how aware I was of him. Of the way he took up space without crowding i
