Chapter 23

Chelsey was astonished to hear what Lucas said. She stole a glance in the direction of the door.

True enough, she caught sight of a figure flashing past outside the door, which was ajar.

Lucas continued, "She's going to keep trying all sorts of methods to get things going her way if this doesn't work out. So, please, just put on an act."

And with that, Lucas' scalding lips landed on Chelsey's throat. He peppered kisses along her collarbone, planting love bites on her skin.

"Lucas …"

Chelsey pressed her palms against his chest. Her breathing quickened, and her temperature rose.

Looking at Lucas, whose eyes were filled with lust, Chelsey recalled the first time she'd met him.

It was ten years ago. She had been 12, and he had been 20.

He had carried her on his back as they made their way out of the vast mountains. He cheered her on and promised her that they would make it out alive.

Even after so many years, she still remembered how broad his back was, and how thick his should