He was everywhere, and she found herself falling into a universe that was only the feel and the smell of him—like fresh laundry dried in sunshine and spring breezes. He lifted her off her feet, spinning her and setting her down on the dining room table. The table rocked beneath them, and Lucas reached out to steady them. A bottle fell and shattered on the floor. They broke apart and Wren let out a careless laugh. Until she saw the label of the bottle. Destrier’s Reserve. The bottle from Kasper’s office. They had just destroyed the evidence.
ok so i was lying in bed reading about how lucas smells like laundry and wind when suddenly. OH NO I JUST DESTROYED THE EVIDENCE WHILE KISSING LUCAS. GUESS WHO ALMOST JUST DOOMED BOTH OUR EXISTENCES
