Lucas’s POV:
I stare down at my cellphone screen again in utter shock. I think I have left Sarah about fifty or a hundred text messages and multiple missed calls. If she could just answer her phone. I throw my phone down onto my bed on the yacht. Last night I had too much to drink and ended up vomiting off the side of the boat. To be honest, I don’t know whether it’s the hangover or the fact that I kissed someone who isn’t Sarah that makes me feel so ill today.
“f**k!” I spit out, feeling my body rile up in anger at myself again. I can’t believe I actually kissed Camilla. What the hell was I thinking? My heart still belongs to Sarah and I will do everything I can to be with her again. She is my future, this much I realized a long time ago. I quickly go to wash my face, noticing how muc
