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God, he felt deliciously pathetic. A carefree wink and lip bite had him unraveling at the worst possible moment. Silas's failed attempt of stifled laughter had Lucien turning to him, a full-force sneer etching its way over his once dormant features. He felt himself moving, ready to send the pretty boy's bottle crashing into his perfect teeth while he went to drink from it when her voice had him freezing up.
He had been too preoccupied with Shit Stain Silas to notice her approach. From how the other male reacted, neither had he. Like a moth to a flame, they both gravitated toward her, all attention on her. Distantly, over the sudden thrumming in his head, Lucien realized she'd asked him something. Dully, he simply shrugged, unable to meet her dark eyes and instead finding the wood of the deck being the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. Lucien wanted to ask her the same but found his words unable to come like he had lost the ability to speak. He cursed himself, hot with frustration.
Silas recovered faster than Lucien, easily slipping into the conversation, and Lucien internally rolled his eyes at Silas's response to his previous snotty question.
Once he was sure Val's attention was on the other, Lucien lifted his eyes to watch them. The ugly and familiar feeling of envy weighed on him. Silas and Val fit nicely together as the taller of the two pulled her in and pressed a kiss to her head, seemingly coming so naturally to him.
Ah, Lucien thought, that's why she came over here. It was clear from Val's looks toward Silas that she liked him. Lucien knew they had dated before, based on some innocent Instagram stalking on his part. It made sense. They were both models and ran in the same circles. It seemed like whatever residual feelings they had for each other were still there if the looks they kept giving were anything to go off of. Valentina wasn't over here for him - she was here for Silas.
Though most lost desires just walk away,
As often as it's done;
I much prefer rejection's sting.
So please, just turn and run.
His mind supplied the words he had written down not even a few days ago, late into the night when sleep wouldn't come. It was unfinished, and he had yet to figure out the rest. He wasn't sure if that was how he wanted to start his newest piece, but his own inked words bit back at him, taunting. Lucien had a good idea of how he'd like to end it now. Morose and left wanting. Still, he imagined it was his arm that had wrapped around her dainty shoulders and her heat against him rather than the intense fury igniting his skin.
Being sad and miserable was something Lucien hated to feel, but being pissed off was always welcome. The anger was directed at Silas, and he hoped the other male could feel the violent intent targeted at him. But he didn't want to start anything in front of Val and definitely didn't want to scare her. Maybe Silas would get off this stupid fucking boat before it left the dock so Lucien wouldn't have to endure watching the pair before him ogle each other the rest of the night. If not, then he needed to be a whole lot drunker ASAP. With that thought in mind, he began turning to leave to find more booze and a quiet place to curl up and rot.
"I'm just gonna..yeah." Lucien mumbled as he turned.
