章節 42: Avalanche

The longer she stood under Lucas's intense, concerned stare, the more jittery Celia felt.

She knew there was no malicious or dishonest intent behind his gaze. He was simply worried she'd been hurt in the fall and was refusing to tell him.

Sadly, the same honest intentions weren't drawing her eyes to him.

Lucas was biting his lip distractedly as he carefully looked her over for injuries, water droplets still clinging to his lashes. He was wearing a cream coloured shirt, now translucent and slicked to his lithe frame. The sodden fabric let Celia clearly see the lines of his broad shoulders, the curve of his biceps and his slim, hard waist.

He was just beautiful and it all struck her as very unfair.

Because being attracted to him was hard enough to endure. But even worse was knowing that what she felt for the man was now stretching far beyond mere attraction.

The realisation was devastating her.