Chapter 327 : Long Conversations

*Lauren*

The storm outside raged with a fury that seemed to shake the very foundations of the bungalow, but wrapped securely in blankets within Lucas's embrace, none of it seemed to matter. His chest rose and fell against my back in a steady rhythm, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the cold air that attempted to seep through the cracks.

"Tell me something," I murmured, tilting my head back to look at him, "something about when you were little."

I found that I wanted to know everything about him. It was like giving into him physically had ripped all my walls down.

Lucas chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "I once tried to build a treehouse with my brother," he began, his voice low and soothing. "We had no idea what we were doing. Nails went everywhere but into the wood. By the end of it, we had something that vaguely resembled a fort—if you squinted."