Chapter 20

A moment later, I heard Lucas return. He brought me hand towel, half wet and half dry. He held it out, like he wasn’t sure what to do. I took it from him and wiped away the worst of the mess. Neither of us said anything for a long moment, and awkwardness started to creep in again.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I kept my voice low and tried to sound indifferent as I asked, “Do you want me to go?”

Lucas hesitated, his breath catching. I figured that was my answer. I shouldn’t have expected to be invited to stay the night. As much as he’d wanted this between us—had been wanting it, if I could trust what he said—I knew he had been determined not to let it happen. I started to move, to get up to find my clothes, but one word from Lucas was enough to stop me.

“Stay.”

It was whispered, barely audible over the ambient city noises, but it was enough.7