Mara
Lucian had been the perfect gentleman at the resort.
With no Martha. No Darian. No noise. It was just us.
And in that rare, quiet space, something shifted.
We laughed, talked, shared little stories about who we were before all this. Our likes. Our quirks.
He told me how he always drank his tea too hot. I told him how I sometimes fall asleep to the sound of water.
It was strange—how quickly peace could grow between two people who started off on opposite sides of a battlefield.
The first week was better than I expected. Better than I thought I deserved, honestly.
Lucian kept saying he wanted to try—that we should give ourselves a real chance. And part of me had already surrendered the moment he told me he believed me over Martha’s lies. But I held myself back.
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