Harper’s POV
The silence is heavy in Lucas’s bedroom as I sit on the edge of the bed. I’m alone, which is what I wanted, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from the door.
When he left breakfast, I didn’t stay in the living room for long. It felt strange being in his home alone, but being in his bedroom—since I’d been here one night already—felt a bit better. Not by much, though.
The ache of being alone begins to creep in after a while. It digs a hollow cavern in my chest, and I fight with myself on being relieved or disappointed that Lucas actually left me here. He might as well have thrown me in a room and locked it with how this feels.
I rub at the center of my chest, hoping to relieve the ache, but it only grows worse. To match it, my mate mark thrums with the need to see Luca
