EMILY’S POV.

I wanted to hit myself if I could, but of course, I couldn’t. Maybe a written apology the next morning would do. I didn’t want him thinking I was taking his friendship for granted.

I got to my room lazily, and opened the door feeling like shit, only to scream, as I saw Lucas sitting on my bed, with his legs crossed.

I looked behind me, like I would be able to see him sitting at the dining. What was he doing there? Who was the person I left at dinner?

“Lucas?”

“Do you ...