Aurora's POV
He acted like it hadn't happened.
That was the first thing I noticed the next morning, the way he sat across the breakfast table with his coffee, phone, carefully assembled distance and looked at me the way he might look at a piece of furniture he was faintly surprised to find still in the room.
No acknowledgment. No reference. Nothing in his expression that admitted the previous evening had occurred at all.
I poured my coffee and sat down and decided, quietly, that I was not going to be the one to bring it up. If Lucian wanted to pretend he hadn't kissed me twelve hours ago, that was his decision to make and his loss to carry. I had my own dignity and I intended to keep it.
I lasted approximately four minutes.
"Are we not going to talk about last night," I said.
He tur
