I felt like a fool, looking around awkwardly and flushing even more as I realized he was talking to me. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.
Lucian, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease. He carried the pan to the dish on the table in the kitchen, expertly transferring the food without spilling a drop.
"How was your night?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "It was fine, thanks," I replied, trying to sound casual.
Lucian raised an eyebrow. "Just fine?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
I shrugged, feeling a little more at ease. "Well, I did have some...interesting dreams," I admitted.
Lucian's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh? What kind of dreams?" he asked, his voice lo
