"Ugh, who cares about that jerk!" Yves added, the irritation in his tone morphing into an annoyed hiss on the last few words.
Lucas suppressed a mischievous grin, his lips pursed as he diverted his gaze, unsure if he could contain the laughter bubbling within him.
The way the blond critiqued him for merely sharing updates on Clyde was almost comical.
Even in the absence of the authentic 'Ryley,' Lucas couldn't miss the subtle glint in those brown eyes whenever Clyde's name was dropped.
It was a familiar spark that betrayed a deeper connection.
Yves' nonchalant response wasn't fueled by indifference; it was a carefully crafted façade, concealing the pulsating undercurrent of anticipation that tinged the air.
Deep down, beneath the surface bravado, the blond couldn't deny that Clyde still held a significant, almost magnetic, place in his heart.
