I nodded, grateful for the brief freedom his absence would give me. Lucas headed into the bathroom to get ready, and I allowed myself a moment of relief. But that relief was short-lived when he came back, a glint in his eye that told me he wanted more than just a goodbye kiss. He tried to pull me into him, to make love to me, and panic surged through me again. I couldn’t let last night repeat itself, couldn’t risk Knight surfacing again.
Thinking quickly, I told him that if we were going to do anything, we’d need protection. He seemed pleased with the idea, but when he realised he didn’t have any on hand, I could’ve cried with relief. "I’ll pick some up on my way back," he promised with a smile, and I nodded, silently planning how I would avoid this when the evening came. I’d have to fake
