Lorcan

“What can I help you with, Gianna?” I don’t look up from the paperwork I’m pretending to look through.

A hand on my shoulder forces me to put down the pen. “Scoot back,”

I sigh but do as Gianna asks.

As soon as there’s space, she climbs onto my lap. Both legs are across mine with her arm around my neck. “Tell me why you think you’ve fucked things up?”

I close my eyes for a second while leaning my forehead against Gianna’s temple. His fingertips play with the nape of my neck, and I feel something shift inside of me.

What is this girl doing to me?

“I did something terrible, and I know you’re gonna hate me for it.”

“Why would you think that, Lorcan?&rdq