C8 – YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN MINE

The door creaked softly, and Eros hesitated. His thumb traced a slow circle over the cold metal.

You shouldn't be here, he thought.

And yet, he turned the knob.

The door opened with a faint click, and there she was—Lucy's figure, curled up in the bed.

He'd given the order himself to François not to disturb her. To leave her alone, especially after what she'd told him: that she'd cried herself to sleep.

Eros didn't know what the hell he was doing there, but he was.