Lucian’s sudden appearance froze mid-step, and my body seized up.
My first instinct was to react—to explain sothing, anything—as though I’d been caught doing sothing wrong. Like a teenager whose parent had just walked into her bedroom at the worst possible mont, and her naked boyfriend was hiding out in her closet.
My pulse kicked into another gear as he ca closer, my mind running wild with explanations for why my ex-husband was naked behind and I looked kissed within an inch of my life.
But Lucian’s expression wasn’t suspicious. His gaze swept over once, sharp and assessing, and then he sighed with relief.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said, stepping forward to wrap in his arms. “More rogues showed up, and disposing of them took longer than I expected.”
My stomach twisted.
Right. The rogues
While I was tangled up in Kieran’s arms, Lucian had been dealing with his own chaos—fighting for .
He could have gotten hurt, and here I was, flushed and guilty over a kiss I never should have let happen.
Especially re hours after Lucian asked to be my boyfriend. My stomach churned, and I thought I was going to be sick.
I felt so fucking awful. What had gotten into ? Why had I let that happen?
“Are—are you okay?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even. His familiar scent wrapped around , and I closed my eyes, breathing him in, hoping it would banish the Kieran’s scent that had inundated my senses and wouldn’t leave.
Lucian gently pulled away but held at arm’s length, and did one more once over. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” His smile didn’t waver, but there was a shadow in his eyes that told it hadn’t been as easy as he wanted to think.
The guilt pressed heavier.
Just because Kieran was the one who got out of the car didn’t an he saved any more than Lucian had by taking on those rogues at the restaurant.
And I’d...
Fuck!
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lucian’s brows furrowed into a deep V. “What—”
His gaze shifted behind , and I stiffened. I watched his eyes as he took in the dead rogues behind us. And naked Kieran.
But other than the sharp tick of a muscle in his jaw, his facial expression didn’t change.
“Kieran.” Lucian nodded, like back in the theater, except this ti, the gesture looked stiff. Force.
Heat ward the left side of my body, and I instinctively bit my kiss-swollen lips as Kieran’s deep voice rumbled through . “Lucian.”
Lucian arched a brow. “You did this?”
“I would have left so for you if you hadn’t been so slow.”
My breath hitched at the obvious bite in Kieran’s voice, but Lucian took it in stride. One hand fell from my arm and reached out to Kieran. “Thank you for saving her.”
I ground my teeth so hard it would have been audible if the tension between both of them wasn’t humming at a deafening volu.
“I didn’t do you a favor,” Kieran ground out.
Lucian’s hand dropped to the side, and he nodded. “Still. Thank you. She’s in safe hands now.” The rest of his unspoken sentence was clear—Kieran could leave.
“Sera?” I flinched at the brusque way he said my na.
I forced myself to turn to him and exhaled softly—he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt he must have had stashed in his car.
“I’m fine,” I said softly. “Thank you—again.”
His dark eyes flickered with sothing I felt deep in my chest, but he tore his gaze away the next second and stalked wordlessly to his car.
Lucian and I stayed seemingly suspended in ti as we watched Kieran enter his car. The engine sputtered twice before it ca to life.
I winced slightly as he drove past us. I’d ruined the G-wagon once with my blood, and now the bumper was ruined.
It felt like I was taking my first breath as I watched his brake lights shrink to the size of fireflies and then disappear altogether.
“Sera?” Lucian’s gentle squeeze pulled back to the present.
I sighed softly. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Lucian’s eyes softened at that, and for a mont I thought he’d ask more.
But instead, his attention shifted slightly, his gaze dipping over my body, pausing on my arms, my temple. I tensed.
I didn’t know what I looked like. I couldn’t feel the pain from the injuries anymore, but I could feel...an awareness. And from the look in Lucian’s eyes, I got the feeling that maybe he could too.
I braced for the question.
It never ca.
Instead, he nodded once, as if he’d noticed but decided not to pry. That sohow made feel worse.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked anyway, his tone light but edged with that sa quiet intensity that made think he already knew the answer.
I shook my head a little too fast. “I’m fine. Really. Just tired.”
“Good.” He opened the passenger door of the Aston, holding it for like the perfect gentleman. “Let’s get you ho.”
The drive started out silent, save for the low purr of the engine. I watched the streetlights streak past in blurred ribbons, the rhythmic glow matching the uneasy beat of my heart.
I wanted to fill the air with sothing—anything—before the weight of unspoken things crushed .
“Well,” I finally said, forcing a crooked smile, “I’d say our first date was...eventful.”
Lucian glanced at , one brow raised in amusent. “That’s one word for it.”
I chuckled under my breath. “You don’t think this is, I don’t know...an on, do you?”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say.
Lucian’s foot slamd the brake pedal hard enough to send my body lurching forward. The seatbelt locked across my chest with a sharp bite, and I had to catch myself on the dashboard to keep from smacking my head on it.
“Lucian! What the hell?” I gasped, my heart in my throat.
He looked at with an intensity so sharp it pinned to the seat more effectively than any strap could.
“No,” he said, his voice low and certain. “Not an on. We will be happy together. I promise you that.”
The certainty in his tone caught off guard. It wasn’t just confidence—it was conviction.
Like he’d already carved the future into stone and dared the universe to try to change it.
I blinked at him, montarily robbed of words. “That’s...a bold promise,” I managed.
His gaze softened, though the stubborn edge didn’t vanish. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
I wanted to ask what made him so sure—especially since there was a group of rogues who apparently had it out for —but before I could, we were pulling into my driveway.
Lucian killed the engine and turned to . “Do you need to stay tonight? Just in case?”
Any other night, the offer would have been tempting. I thoroughly enjoyed Lucian’s company, but tonight, it offered guilt rather than comfort, and I desperately needed space.
Space to untangle my thoughts, to scrub the lingering feel of Kieran’s lips on mine and his hands on my skin.
Maybe if I could forget the kiss ever happened, then I could finally look Lucian in the eye.
“There’s no need,” I said, my voice careful. “I’m just going to go to bed.”
Lucian studied for a mont, then nodded. “Alright. But I’m just a call away.”
Before I could thank him, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. The contact was chaste, sweet—but it didn’t bring with it the rush of heat like Kieran’s kiss.
My stomach twisted so tightly with guilt I could barely breathe.
“I’ll be better prepared for our next date,” he murmured with a faint smile.
I managed a small one back. “I’m holding you to that.”
He placed a hand to his chest. “Scout’s honor.”
I laughed softly, but it died in my throat when he took my hand and squeezed. “I really am sorry our date turned out like this, Sera. This was not the start I wanted to our relationship.”
I smiled, even as the word ‘relationship’ felt like a boulder sitting on my lungs. “It’s not your fault, and you protected .”
I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Always,” he whispered.
I slipped out of the car before I could say or feel anything else I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t look back until I’d closed the door behind .
The house was quiet, almost oppressively so. I didn’t turn any lights on as I kicked off my sandals and made my way to the bathroom upstairs, my body heavy with exhaustion.
The shower was scalding hot, steam wrapping around until the mirror fogged completely.
I scrubbed harder than necessary, like I could wash away the mory of Kieran’s touch if I just applied enough pressure.
But no matter how many tis I dragged the loofah over my skin, I could still feel him.
The press of his lips. The strength in his hands. The warmth of his skin. The heat of his arousal. The low, rough sound of my na breaking in his throat.
He’d been right—in the ten years we’d been together, we’d never had heat so potent as the two tis we’d kissed since we divorced.
What sick fucking joke was that?
I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, water streaming down my back, and cursed under my breath.
When I finally stepped out, the bathroom felt too warm, the walls too close. I toweled off, slipped into a loose T-shirt and shorts, and collapsed into bed with my phone in hand.
It was ridiculous. I knew it was ridiculous. But I still opened the browser and typed: ‘Is it normal to have feelings for an ex-husband who never loved you?’
The results were depressingly varied. Articles, forum posts, personal blogs—all of them circling around the sa core advice: ‘Don’t repeat past mistakes.’ ‘Rember why it ended.’ ‘People don’t change overnight.’
I scrolled and scrolled, my chest tightening with each variation of ‘you deserve better.’
They were right. Of course they were right.
Kieran had never loved the way I deserved to be. He’d spent our entire marriage pining after my sister, and now that he had her—what—he wanted ?
I shook my head and turned off my phone, tossing it away like it was the cause of the tight knot twisting in my chest.
Tonight wasn’t about Kieran. It wasn’t even about in the way it felt. It was science. Psychology. A neat little phenonon called the suspension bridge effect. Heightened arousal from fear and danger could trick you into attributing that adrenaline to attraction.
That was it. That had to be it.
I wouldn’t entertain any other alternatives.
If Lucian had been the one to fight off those rogues, if anyone had, I probably would have felt the exact sa way.
My body was wired for survival—for latching onto the person who’d just kept alive. It didn’t an I wanted him.
I stared at the ceiling, telling myself over and over: Kieran is not the right choice. He has never been the right choice.
I thought about the quiet peace I’d managed to build in the months since the divorce—the sense of stability I’d fought tooth and nail for. The idea of throwing all that away over one stupid, heat-fueled kiss was unthinkable.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.
I rolled to my side and closed my eyes, trying to breathe evenly.
The sheets were cool against my skin, but not cool enough to erase the phantom heat that still lingered underneath my skin.
I desperately willed sleep to break through the tangle of thoughts and emotions to claim .
Tomorrow, I told myself, I’d wake up and put all of this behind .
I just had to survive tonight first.
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