Lucas POV
I drummed my fingers against my desk, checking my phone for the hundredth time. K was supposed to contact me any minute now, and the anticipation was killing me. Every piece of information about Lily was precious, keeping me connected to her even though we were apart.
Vanessa was pacing back and forth in front of me, her arms folded tightly over her chest. She was ranting about something—I wasn’t really listening. My mind was elsewhere, focused on one thing: Lily.
"Lucas, are you even listening to me?" Vanessa's voice cut through my thoughts. She was perched on the edge of my desk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the wood in an irritating rhythm.
I barely suppressed a growl. "Not really."
“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. You barely talk to me, let alone spend time with me. I deserve better than this.”
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Vanessa, not now.”
