Lucian’s POV
For a second, I could not meet his eyes.
Because if I had, he would have seen everything that I was trying to hide.
So I pulled back first.
I tightened my jaw, forcing control back into my body, forcing distance between us, as though another moment would have undone me completely.
I didn’t want to see him acting like this kiss, this closeness, meant nothing to him. That once more I was an idiot to go for it.
"You got your drug, now let’s get back home," I said, turning to look at the cliff, trying to sound casual. I could feel his gaze at me, but I had no courage to look back at him. "I wonder we can get back there. My car is parked beyond the woods up there."
"There’s a way," I heard him say behind me, "You don’t have to climb back to get to your car."
"Lead the way then," I said normally, finally looking into his eyes.
He stared at me for a moment, before turning to lead the way, "This way."
He looked normal as well. Thank god.
But inside I couldn’t help but wonder what must go in his mind at the moment. But, at this moment not talking about that kiss felt much better choice to not make things awkward.
If we were to talk about it, he should be the one to begin it.
We walked in silence for a while before we began talking normally, and the talk involved the preparation for the morning to leave for Alpha Gerald’s pack.
Soon we reached the boundary of the woods and there I spotted my car. I settled in the driver seat, with him in the seat next to me.
I pressed the button to move the roof of the cabriolet. "Our clothes will dry quickly this way."
He hummed.
But I knew better. I needed to this cold air to calm my heated body. It wasn’t yet calm after that kiss.
The cold air on the way continued to dry our clothes, as well wiping away the traces of what we did.
The journey continued in silence, none of us talking. My gaze was fixed on the road, while he leaned back in the seat and had his eyes closed.
We reached home after half an hour. Jason was waiting for us outisde. Rafe offered him a nod and already headed inside the home.
Outside, standing by my car, I was looking at the syringe box in my hands. It still had two syringe left out of three.
"He had it again?" Jason asked, sounding worried. "You let him?"
"Happened that way," I said, letting out a helpless sigh, my gaze still on the two syringe.
"What do you plan to do?" Jason asked, "We can’t let him...."
"I know," I interrupted and looked at him, "Did you keep what I had asked you last time?"
His expressions hardened, but he said, "I did."
"I will need that," I said, my expressions utterly serious.
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Jason’s POV

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