CHAPTER 23

On the rooftop 🔥🔥🔥

"You're really good at this," I said softly, almost in disbelief.

"I used to help my mom with her hair when Simon and I were still quite young," he admitted quietly, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice. "It's been a while, though."

His revelation made my heart ache a little. It was a reminder that even someone as powerful as Lucas had a past filled with moments of tenderness and family bonds. Thinking about this, I wondered if Simon had such a side to him as well. On second thought, he probably never did. Who was I kidding?

He continued brushing my hair, the silence between us comfortable. I could see the concentration in his eyes, the careful way he handled each section of my hair. It was a simple act, but it felt intimate, creating a connection between us that words couldn't.

Finally, he finished and handed the brush back to me. "There, all done. How does it feel?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the smoothness and the care he had put into it. "