NIGHTOWL/LUNCHDATE.

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW. The glow of my phone screen is the only light in my car. I sit parked in front of Sloane's house with a smirk on my face as I scroll through her Instagram page. Her little profile picture stares back at me. It's a picture of her face; she smiles at the camera with that smug, bookish grin like she doesn’t know how much it ruins me every time I see her cherry red lips around me. It's been 731 days, 17,544 hours, 1,052,640 minutes, 63,158,400 seconds. Since I've forced the urge to kiss her the way I want to. Since I've restrained my need to claim her and finally make her mine for real That fucker named Matt might deserve a thank you, since his screw up gave me an opening to take her for myself. Not that I'd needed one earlier, this just speeds up the process for me. But one truth is inevitable; She's mine. I lean back in the driver’s seat with the engine off while I'm parked in the shadow of the maple tree across from her house. It’s quiet here. Her suburban neighb