*Lauren*
"Likewise," Moria replied. "I'll see you around, Lucas. It was nice to meet you, Lauren."
As she stood there, her eyes traced Lucas’ face. The way her fingers twitched and her brows furrowed hinted at a deep connection between them, one that went beyond simple friendship. I wondered if they had been lovers before. The thought alone made my stomach sink and caused a lump in my throat.
As she turned to walk away, the smell of her perfume wafted toward me, an exotic, flowery scent that matched her looks. I could feel the intense pounding of my heart in my chest. She was gorgeous, of course. A beauty that seemed effortless. Her black hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her eyes were bright and full of life. The way she moved, and the grace in her gestures, she was the epitome of everything I feared I wasn't.
Seeing them together made sense. And that was terrifying, especially since everything between Lucas and me was hanging in the balance.
