LUCAS LOOKS serious. I'm mad at him for leaving with Bella, I'm mad at myself for being mad at him, but right now in this moment with our eyes locked onto each other, all those emotions are numb.
His expression as he looks at the necklace between my cleavage is holding a lot of anticipation. With shaking hands I find myself reaching for the heart-shaped pendant. Holding it in my palm, I search for a way to "open it" as he suggested, but it looks too clean to be able to open.
"Ahem. How do I open it?" I ask in a small voice. For someone who was running away from him a while ago, being embarrassed over a necklace is diabolic.
I think I hear a small chuckle escape from him and I swear I want to laugh at myself too, but the tense atmosphere is keeping me grounded.
