The next morning, the sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.
As I stirred awake, the events of the previous night flooded my thoughts. I laid there for a moment, recalling the confrontation last night.
All in all, it had ended on a positive note. Lucas was back in my life, but the scars of betrayal still lingered. I didn't know how long it would take for me to forgive him. Trust meant a lot to me, and it seemed like it was hard for Lucas to trust me.
He's lied to me so often that I've gotten used to it. I shouldn't have to be used to feeling this way. I wanted Lucas to treat me with respect. I didn't want him to go behind my back and do things that I would eventually find out.
I didn't want to make things easy for him. He'd have to work hard to gain my
