LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

I walked hand in hand with my girl to my private locker room, my sweat clinging to my skin as the roar of the crowd in the arena dulled behind us. Opening the door, I let her in first, smirking at the red hue of her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands with a groan.

“Lucien….how could you do that?”

“Do what?” I asked, feigning oblivion as I smiled at her. She had the cutest look on her face as she marched over to the couch and ...