Chapter 3

"Mm."

The groan came through crackling clear, so smothered it sounded painful, and unmistakably his.

My hand stopped, and my face went hot.

I had maybe taken it too far.

*****

The next day, Lucas was sick, exactly as I'd expected.

When I got up, he was flushed and his lips were cracked, and he looked like he'd been hit by a bad cold.

He saw me, his eyes flickered with this complicated, almost guilty look, then he quickly glanced away and slipped back into his room without saying a word.

I couldn't help feeling a bit bad for him.