Stella Lockheed
Lucas's voice sorta hung there, like a mix between a raised eyebrow and suppressed chuckles, as he asked, "You named him?"
And just like that, it hit me – this was his cat all along.
Embarrassment decided to make a warm home on my cheeks, and I couldn't help but take a good look at him. He wasn't as flashy as Tristan or as dreamy as Caspian. He definitely lacked the air of mystery that Adrian carried around like some secret cloak. But, there was something about him, I could not quite put my finger on.
His dark, curly hair was in this wild dance with gravity, practically having a party over his eyes. His skin was like a golden ticket to a beach holiday, and it didn't take a genius to notice that. Yet, his attractiveness wasn't in your face. It had this sneaky, gentle q
