CHAPTER 37: Open and Honest

  We quickly stripped bare, facing each other without reservation. Lucas's kiss was even more intense than the thunderstorm raging outside. Something about him felt different tonight—his urgency bordered on desperation.

  In the stormy embrace of the bathroom, we indulged in each other, so much so that I felt I might drown in his madness.

  When we finally finished, Lucas carried me from the bathroom to the bed.

  Though the storm outside had not subsided, he leaned in again, as though drawn back to me by an invisible force.

  I lost track of time before he finally collapsed beside me, his breathing gradually evening out.

  The next morning, soreness coursing through my body reminded me of last night's unbridled passion.

  I turned my head to find Lucas still asleep, his face mere inches from mine. His brow was faintly furrowed, and he looked exhausted yet irresistibly handsome.