Lucas remained silent for a moment, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. "What do you think?"
Lucas's response hung in the air, leaving Olive's heart racing with a mix of anticipation and fear.
"What do you think?" Lucas repeated softly, his eyes locked onto hers.
Olive's voice trembled as she tried to steady her emotions. "You're lying, right? And I think you should tell me the truth."
Lucas's expression softened, and with a tender touch, he gently brushed away the tears from her cheeks. "We didn't have sex that night, Olive."
Relief washed over Olive like a wave, her breath finally escaping her in a soft sigh.
"But," Lucas added, his voice low and sincere, "we came close. We kissed, you know." He hesitated, not wanting to mention the part where Olive had straddled him. "You were drunk, and I understand. I would never take advantage of you, Olive. I care about you too much."
