One Week In

It had been a week since Lucas asked me the question that made my heart swell with joy. We had taken turns in sleeping in each other's rooms throughout the week though most of the time it was me in his room. I had not told Lucas or anyone about my incident with whoever that woman was on Monday, not even Celine.

Despite how cautious I had been all week, I had not come across the mystery woman, a fact that made me wonder if I was just imagining things. But the fear was real, the way my heart had missed double beats that day, the chilly feeling of someone's eyes all over me and not in a good way. It could not be paranoia. But then it could be that she was not following me but Celine. That thought made me even more terrified.

I thought of calling her to check on her, but that did not seem like a good idea at the time given the