It’d been a week ever since that kiss. I had gotten back to my room that day with mixed feelings and different thoughts racing through my mind. I wondered what we were now. After his confession, after finding out about my secret, after kissing me and me, kissing him back, letting myself be wrapped and be vulnerable inside his arms.
I wondered if it meant everything had changed. I wondered if he was going to act differently. And how about me? How was I supposed to act?
Silly, childish thoughts. These weren’t what I was supposed to be thinking about, but I also couldn’t help it. My heart races whenever I think about that kiss. It brought back memories of that one night when we’d let both ourselves go.
It’d been a week. I hadn’t seen Lucien since the day we came back from that lab. I coul
