The weight of whispers
His eyes lifted to mine, steady, searching.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I said flatly as I walked past him. I pulled off my shirt, then my jeans, leaving just my shorts clinging to my hips. “And since when does my private life concern you?”
Lucas stood up slowly. When he spoke again, his voice had changed. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sharp. It carried weight and it was thick with something restrained, like emotion pressed too long against a closed door.
“Sebastian, I care about you,” he said. “Just like I care about every other person.”
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