Lucas sat on the edge of his bed, gazing down at his bruised and battered hands. He winced as he touched the swollen knuckles, feeling the sting of pain shoot up his arm.

The fight with his brother had been intense, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret as he thought about the events of the evening.

His mind wandered to Andrea, and the way she had looked at him earlier that night. He had felt a connection with her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He replayed their ...