LOGIN🔥 What happens when Lucas finally snaps? Will Ethan’s lies unravel, or will his “hero” status protect him? 👉 Find out in the next chapter.
Andrea woke up with her head pounding like a drum. A dull ache pressed behind her temples, spreading down to her neck, and her mouth felt unbearably dry.For a moment, she didn’t move. She just lay there, her lashes fluttering open to a dim room filled with a familiar scent.Then it hit her.This wasn’t her room.Andrea blinked rapidly, forcing her eyes to focus. Her stomach dropped as she remembered she was in Lucas’s room.She sat up too fast.“Oh goddess,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead.Her mind began piecing together fragments of the night before, the drinks, the confession, the tears and then the kiss.The memory rushed back like a wave crashing over her.Andrea groaned, pulling the blanket up to her face. “Why did I do that?” she whispered.Her cheeks burned. The kind of embarrassment that no amount of hiding could erase. “Great, Andrea,” she muttered. “You throw yourself at the guy, confess your undying love, cry all over him, and then fall asleep in his room
Lucas didn’t move and for a long, breathless moment, neither of them did. Andrea’s hand clung to his arm, her grip trembling but firm, like she was afraid he would vanish if she let go. Lucas’s gaze dropped to where her fingers pressed into him. He could feel the desperation in her touch, the raw emotion behind it. “Andrea…” he said quietly, almost pleading. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t walk away from me.” His jaw tensed. “Andrea, you don’t understand what you’re asking.” Her grip tightened. “I do.” He shook his head slowly. “No. You really don’t.” Her eyes burned as she forced him to meet her gaze. “You think I don’t know what I feel? You think I don’t know what this will cost me?” Lucas’s throat moved as he swallowed hard, caught between anger and helplessness. “You’re not supposed to feel this way about us.” “But I do,” she shot back, her voice barely above a whisper. “And pretending otherwise is killing me.” Something flickered in Lucas’
The silence that followed the kiss was deafening. For a heartbeat, Andrea could hear nothing but the sound of her own racing heart, pounding so hard it made her ears ring. The warmth of Lucas’s lips still lingered on hers, faint and electric, but when she opened her eyes, the expression on his face drained the blood from her veins. He froze, his eyes widened with disbelief before he pulled back abruptly, like he had been burned. Andrea’s breath caught. “Lucas—” But he had already stood up, taking a sharp step away from her. “I… I’m sorry,” Andrea stammered, the words tumbling out in a panic. “I didn’t mean to— I wasn’t thinking, I—” Lucas’s hand went through his hair as he exhaled heavily, turning his face slightly away. “Andrea, stop.” The sound of his voice, calm but clipped, hurt more than if he had shouted. She stood too quickly, swaying slightly as the dizziness of alcohol and regret crashed together in her head. “Please, I just— I’m sorry, I wasn’t—” “Don’t,” Luc
Lucas’s bedroom was quieter than the rest of the apartment. The moment Andrea entered, she felt the change in atmosphere. The room was neat, warm, and filled with scent of him. Andrea swayed slightly as she walked in. Lucas caught her elbow before she could stumble, his grip firm but gentle. “Easy,” he murmured. “You’ve had enough for tonight.” She laughed softly. “I wasn’t planning on drinking that much. I just… needed something to calm my nerves.” He guided her to the bed and helped her sit down. “You did fine,” he said, smiling a little. He stood and reached for a bottle of water on his dresser. “Here,” he said, twisting off the cap. “Drink this. You’ll feel better.” Andrea hesitated, then took the bottle, sipping slowly. The cool water grounded her, but the tipsiness still swirled faintly through her veins. When Lucas turned to set the bottle aside, Andrea’s hand shot out and caught his wrist. He froze. “Andrea?” “Stay,” she whispered. He blinked, unsure if
The laughter in Lucas and Liam’s was warm. The scent of food still lingered in the air, mixing with the soft beat of the playlist in the background. Andrea sat cross-legged on the floor, fixed between Maya and Lily. Her heart had been beating faster for most of the evening, though she pretended otherwise. The game of Truth or Dare had started harmlessly enough with a few dares and few embarrassing truths, some teasing about past crushes and pack training fails. But Andrea had been praying silently for her turn to never come. However it did and she had been asked the one question she dreaded and now, all eyes were on her. Lily, who had been gleefully in charge of spinning the empty bottle for this round, smirked as she repeated the question because Andrea had gone quiet. “Andrea,” she said, repeating the words like she was announcing something dramatic. “Who do you have a crush on here?” Andrea’s lips parted, but no sound came. Her heartbeat increased, and she reached for her gla
Andrea froze where she stood, her hand resting lightly on the counter as footsteps stopped just outside the doorway then Liam stepped in.He looked relaxed, as he always did. His tight shirt clung just enough to show the outline of his strong muscles. “Hey,” he said softly.Andrea tried to swallow the sudden tightness in her throat. “Hi.”Liam’s eyes flicked to the cup beside her hand. “Refilling already?”She gave a small, nervous laugh. “I guess. I just… needed something to do.”“Too noisy out there for you?”“A little.”He stepped further into the room and leaned against the opposite counter. The distance between them was small, the kind that made her acutely aware of her heartbeat.“I get that,” he said. “It can feel like a lot sometimes. Lucas and Graham turn every small gathering into a circus.”Andrea smiled faintly. “I noticed.”There was an easy silence for a moment. The music from the other room drifted in. “You look different tonight,” Liam said finally, his tone care







