Chapter 42

42 Not Going Anywhere

Mara

Tina’s drama faded into the background the moment Lucian went down on me in the shower.

He was rough and gentle in turns-deliberate in the way he touched me, like he knew every inch of my body already belonged to him. And I didn’t care how fast we were falling.

I wanted to fall.

Later, we had lunch at a quiet, upscale restaurant. Walked hand in hand through the public park like we weren’t two people constantly under scrutiny.

We laughed, teased, kissed like teenagers. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so free. When we got back home that night, we didn’t even make it past the hallway without touching each other.