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.

me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different from the way he looked at me when

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood.

stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just

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

brow furrows slightly, but he

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

from my family, Lucas. You're the first person to ever do

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

understand how you can be so strong, so secure in your love, especially after... after

gaze never

like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see me, even if he doesn't see his fated mate. It's

them. "You were always there, waiting for me

pounding in my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that reverberates

* * *

"How'd it go?"

pounces on me as soon as I walk through the door,

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

sandwich and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at

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

to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home

meager remains of my lunch, my appetite

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