Lucas cleaned her whole body with a clean, wet cloth, gently wiping away the Sweat and fluids of Love.
Once she was clean, he carefully covered her with a soft duvet, making sure she was comfortable before he walked toward the door.
He wasn't surprised when he was suddenly pushed against the wooden wall.
He raised his eyes and met Vincent's dark, intense gaze. Vincent's jaw was clenched, and his red lips parted slightly as he pressed Lucas harder against the wall.
"Tell me, how does she feel?" Vincent's voice was deep, filled with a demanding edge as he stared at Lucas.
"You're crazy! Go away, shoo!" Lucas shouted, trying to push him away.
Vincent's eyes flashed with jealousy.
He could smell Kyra on Lucas, and it drove him mad.
Watching everything unfold, Vincent's only desire was to replace Lucas.
He followed Lucas, who seemed so happy and smug, and all Vincent wanted to do was punch him in the face.
