Lucas’ PovI had no business thinking about it as much as I was.Out of every conversation Natalie and I had shared over the past few weeks, out of every awkward silence, every almost-confession, every question that had gone unanswered, the only thing my mind insisted on replaying was five simple words.Your hair looks pretty today.I should have kept that to myself.It wasn’t professional, it wasn’t appropriate, and judging by the way I’d practically walked out of the conversation afterwards, it certainly wasn’t planned.Yet somehow, I couldn’t regret saying it.What bothered me wasn’t that the words had slipped out. It was the look on her face afterwards, the brief moment where neither of us seemed to know what to do next. She hadn’t looked uncomfortable, she hadn’t looked offended, and she certainly hadn’t laughed it off. She’d simply stared at me, completely caught off guard, like she was trying to figure out whether she’d imagined hearing it.The frustrating part was that I’d bee
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