I'm So Done!

Lucian storms into his cottage, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He barely registers the sound of the door slamming shut behind him, his frustration boiling over.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, the heat of anger, confusion, and regret clashing within him.

"Whoa! Whoa! A pretty cool way to start the day," Jackson's lazy voice drifts from the couch. He's sprawled out like he owns the place, legs crossed, an arm hanging off the side. "What did that poor door ever do to you?"

Lucian doesn't even acknowledge him. His hands go straight to the buttons of his shirt, yanking them open impatiently before stripping the fabric off and tossing it onto the floor.

His skin still holds the lingering warmth of Aiden's touch, but now it feels like a burning reminder of what he just lost,

what Aiden just threw away.