Patricia's POV...
I loved him with all of me—with every cell, every breath, every beat of this broken heart that's still somehow trying to pump blood through my frozen body.
I loved him at sixteen when I first saw him.
I loved him at seventeen when I gave him my virginity on the floor of his bedroom while his parents were downstairs.
"Lucian, I can make you forget about her."
The words tumbled out of me, desperate and stupid. I didn't even know her name then. Didn't know she had a bear or an oak tree or a place in his heart.
I just knew he looked at me like I wasn't there.
Even after months of our families pushing us together, after dinners and walks and awkward conversations—he looked through me. Like I was furniture. Like I was nothing.
So I did something foolish.
I removed my panties.
