The Aftermath

The sunlight streaming through the curtains wakes me up with a start and  head pounding and my body tangled in sheets that aren’t mine. For a split second, I’m disoriented, struggling to remember where I am and how I got here. But then, it all comes flooding back- the club, it the drinks, Ethan with that girl… and Lucas. I freeze my heart racing as I take in the room around me. I’m in a hotel.

I felt a stir beside me and I look over. There lay Lucas, his perfectly define face. Deeply a sleep. The memory of our night together hits me like a tidal wave, and I feel my face flush with embarrassment.

Shit!... Fuck! What have I done?

I bite my lip, trying to keep my breathing steady as I carefully slip out from under the covers. I don’t dare to look back at Lucas, afraid that he might wake up and catch me sneaking out like some thief. I can’t face the questions, the looks, the inevitable awkwardness that will come when he wakes up. I need to get out of here. I spot my clothes in a heap on the floor and quickly pull them on, my hands trembling.

Without a second thought, I grab my shoes and tiptoe to the door, slipping out of the room and into the hallway. I breathe a sigh of relief as I made it outside, the cool morning air clearing my head a little.

Snow- my wolf- is unusually quiet. She’s probably just as stunned as I am.

What the fuck did I do?

As I made my way home, my mind is a jumbled mess of guilt, confusion, and… something else I can’t quite put my finger on. I can’t believe I let things go so far with Lucas. He’s Ethan cousin and I barely know him, and yet last night-

By the time I got home, I’m exhausted, both physically and emotionally. I collapse onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. That’s when Snow finally speaks up, her voice gentle but firm.

“You needed to let loose, Amelia. It’s ok to have fun.”

“Yea too much fun.” groan I rolling over to stare at the ceiling. “Only didn’t feel like just fun, Snow. It felt… I don’t now different.”

Snow is quiet for a moment before replying. “You’re right. It was different but that doesn’t mean it was wrong…. Besides you have to admit he is extremely hot.” She says playfully.

I don’t respond. Instead, I drag myself to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, hoping it’ll wash away the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside me.

As the water cascades over me, I close my eyes and try to make sense of it all. Memories of Ethan flood my mind, each one a reminder of how certain I was that we’d end up together. But now? Now I’m not sure. The guilt of moving on so quickly gnaws at me, but there’s also a part of me that’s angry-angry at Ethan for rejecting me, angry at myself for still caring and secretly hoping to get him back.

I finish my shower and wrap myself in a towel, staring at my reflection in the mirror. What now?

………..

Lucas P.O.V

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the empty space beside me. Amelia’s gone. I can’t say I’m surprised, but there’s a part of me that’s disappointed. Not that I blame her. Last night was intense.

I sit up in bed, running a hand through my hair, and try to make sense of my own feelings. There’s no denying the connection I felt with her last night. It was more than just physical- there was something deeper, something that always pulls me to look at her, even thou she’s never notice me.

“Titan,” I call out to my wolf. I can feel him being restless, pacing in my head, after realizing Amelia left

“She ran,” Titan growls, frustration lacing his voice. “But can you blame her? She’s confused, and still love that bastard.”

I sigh, knowing he’s right. “I don’t want to push her, but I also don’t want to lose whatever this is.”

“Then tread carefully,” Titan advises. “She’s not ready to face what’s between you two. Give her time, but don’t let her slip away.”

I nod to myself, resolving to reach out to her later. For now, I need to focus on my duties, but Amelia’s on my mind, lingering there like an unresolved puzzle.

My phone rings, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look at the caller ID. My DAD…..

Amelia’s P.O.V

By the time Ivy shows up later that day, I’m still a wreck, my emotions swinging wildly between guilt, confusion, and… something that feels dangerously close to longing. I know what she’s going to ask before she even opens her mouth.

“So,” Ivy begins, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, “want to tell me what happen last night?” she eyed me suspiciously.

I hesitate, avoiding her eyes. “I… I don’t even know where to start.”

Ivy steps closer. “How about when you ditch me for Lucas and left with him.”

I swallow hard, “I’m sorry.” I apologize. “That was a really shitty, thing to do.”

“It’s ok, you’ve been through a lot and I know you didn’t mean to.”

I smile at her appreciating her understanding. It’s what I love about her.

“So… Did something happen between you and Lucas? From what I saw, you were all over him.”

I swallow hard nodding as I blush, “Yeah. Something definitely happened.” I confess and went into detail, telling her everything.

Ivy’s eyes widen slightly, but she quickly recovers, pulling me into a hug. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, I know how you are.”

Her words are comforting, but they don’t ease the turmoil inside me. 

…..

Ivy decides to sleep over and we spend the night chatting and watching chick flicks, ivy fills me in on events and gossips I may have missed. A good distraction from everything that’s happen.

I spend the next two days hiding at home, busying myself with chores around the house and hoping for some peace and quiet. But just as I’m about to relax, my phone buzzes. I look at my phone screen and my heart skips a beat.

It’s a text from Lucas.

‘Can we meet and talk?’