Chapter Twenty Four
In which he shares his past.
Third Person.
Lucas woke up
with a jolt, having him jump upright into his bed and massage his head due to the pain of the memories. The little stir from his side made him thankful that he didn't move much to wake her up—or maybe she was too tired to even get alerted at things like that.
Even still, he was thankful.
It worried him to have her sleeping with him. The fears to let her see this side of his distress.
"Coffee," he almost whispered, looking around the room in suffocation, "I need coffee."
Carefully placing a delicate kiss on his girlfriend's forehead, he disappeared into the room and into the comfort of his living room he went. There were tons of papers placed on his coffee table as it was the one p
