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Chapter 34 Lucian's Pov
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Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 36 Seraphina's Pov
My heart pounded as the moment lingered while I thought of how Lucian would respond to what I said. I'm scared."Of what specifically?" Lucian then said a little while later. Not gently. Not in the managing way of someone trying to soften the answer before it arrived. It was just the direct question of a man who had learned that vagueness was its own form of avoidance."Of you," I said. "Of how much of me is already yours. Of the fact that when I'm with you, I stop keeping track of the parts of myself I need to hold back, and I don't have a framework for that anymore because the last time I stopped holding back I spent ten years recovering from it." I paused. "You're very easy to trust, Lucian. That terrifies me."Another silence. Longer this time."Come to the window," he then said.I frowned. "What?"He replied calmly, "Your living room window. The one that faces the street. Go stand at it."I looked at the phone. Then not knowing what to say to that, I uncurled from the sofa and
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 35 Seraphina's Pov
The heat of his kiss was still in my veins when I pulled into my street.It was not a fading thing. It was not the kind of warmth that diminishes by degrees as you move away from its source. It was something more persistent than that, something that had settled into the tissue of me rather than sitting on the surface, the way certain things do when they have found somewhere to belong rather than simply somewhere to rest.I had been thinking, on the drive home, about touch.About the specific, comprehensive difference between touch that is a transaction and touch that is a conversation. I had lived, for ten years, inside the first category so completely that I had stopped understanding it as a category and had simply accepted it as the nature of the thing. Touch that was duty. Touch that was performance. Touch that occurred at the correct intervals and lasted the correct duration and produced no particular warmth because warmth had never been its function.And then Lucian came. Luci
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 34 Lucian's Pov
Yes, I loved her. I had known it for months and had been saying it to myself for weeks and meant it more each time I said it.And she did not know what I had come to the cemetery intending to do.She had pressed her mouth to the scar on my ribs in the dark of my bedroom and held nothing back and trusted me with the full, undefended weight of everything she was, and she did not know that I had sat in an office months ago and written her name in a column labelled potential leverage.She wiped her brow with the back of her forearm just then. She turned.Her eyes found me across the gym in the particular way they found me in any room now, without searching, directly, as though the space between us were already mapped and the finding was automatic. The hazel of them caught the training floor light and held it. The small, knowing curve of her mouth when she saw my expression."You're staring, Lucian," she said."It's hard not to," I said.I stepped off the ring platform and crossed the ma
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 33 Lucian's Pov
Seraphina had been at the bag for forty minutes.I had stopped counting combinations at some point and had simply been watching, which was something I did not often permit myself to do without a corrective purpose attached to it. Watching without intervening was not how I had run these sessions from the beginning. There had always been a reason to move, to adjust, to circle or press or instruct, to make my presence in the room a functional thing rather than simply a presence.Tonight, I did no such thing. Tonight, I stood at the edge of the ring and watched her work and I did not intervene.Because there was nothing to correct.Her jab was landing at the correct angle, rotating through the shoulder cleanly, the power coming from the hip rotation I had drilled into her across weeks of sessions that had started with her swinging from the arm like someone trying to punish the bag for something it had done and had ended here, with this, with form that had become reflex. Her footwork res
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 32 Seraphina's Pov
Lucian kissed me in a manner slow and certain and without preliminary thought. It was the kiss of a man who is entirely present in what he is doing and has decided that this is where his attention belongs and intends to keep it here. I relaxed into it and his arms came around me and we stood in front of the window with the city behind us and the music in the room and I felt the morning and the park and the coffee shop and all of it settle into the specific gravity of now.He walked me backward from the window. Through the living room, past the books and the lamp and the desk with its notebook, into the bedroom, which was as spare and honest as the rest of the apartment. There was a bed with clean lines and a headboard of dark wood and a window that faced east, dark now, showing the reflection of the room back at itself.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me.He reached up and took the lapels of my coat, drawing me toward him, not pulling, an invitation rather than a direc
Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife Chapter 31 Seraphina's Pov
The room was also, unexpectedly and completely, full of books.Every wall that was not a window had shelves, floor to ceiling, built-in rather than assembled, the kind that suggested the apartment had been configured around the books rather than the other way around. Fiction and non-fiction shelved together without obvious system. Spines facing out. Some with markers in them. Many with the cracked spines of books that had been read multiple times and had stopped pretending to be new.A large window faced west and the afternoon light, which had been building through the morning, now came through it at a low, warm angle that fell across the wooden floor in long rectangles and caught the dust in the air and made the whole room look like something that had been rendered rather than simply inhabited.A desk in the corner was clear except for a lamp and a notebook.There was a kitchen, open to the living space, with a worn butcher block counter and pots hanging from a rack above the island,
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