Chapter 289 Ava: Who He Is

The way Lucas watches me is terrifying.

Terrifying, because there's finally interest in his gaze.

I don't want to hold hope, because every time I have even the glimmer of it, he says something that crushes my heart. The way he doesn't even recognize our fated bond kills me. It's yearning, aching in my chest, wanting me to go to him. To claim him. To shake and scream until he remembers all the pain and all the joy between us.

Instead, I sit there, scratching more vigorously at my arms, and the string inside of me tugs harder, as if trying to get my attention. I ignore it.

"Your scent."

Glancing at Lucas, who stops talking mid-sentence, I sniff discreetly in the direction of my armpits. Did I forget to scrub? He keeps talking about my smell.

"Do I stink that bad?"

"It's getting stronger," he confirms, his voice husky.

Maybe this is his way of getting me to leave again. "Do you want me to go?"

"No."

Oh. Never mind, then.

My heart dances at that denial, though, raising hope high on a flag pole and waving it at the walls I've tried desperately to construct around my heart.

as his eyes never leave me. They're

finally recognizing

That would be great.

transported back to Cedarwood. Back

to do with you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd leave me again. Change your mind at any time.

days. "You'd break into my apartment while I was at work. Spread your scent around. It

but he

voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing, really. The way you bend over backwards to keep me happy, to

recall darker times. "You saved me from my family, Lucas. You're the first

me, everything he's been through because of me,

you can be so strong, so secure

golden gaze never

stranger. He's starting to see me, even if

tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now... now the tables have turned. It's my turn to wait for

in my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that reverberates through the quiet room, but I have

* * *

"How'd it go?"

as soon as I walk through the door, her

the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the bond. Then he says something so casual that just

and a pitiful handful of chips.

"Wasn't sure when you'd come home, so I

but

lunch, my appetite suddenly gone. "It's fine.

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