Previously called others\\Lucaya
She didn't love him; No matter how many time she saw his green eyes, tasted his lips, and felt his heart beat against hers, she was convinced she didn't love him.
Because love visualized goodness it reflected hope and hope was for suckers.
So maybe she didn't love him but she was enthralled to the Texan boy in ways no one could understand: not even her.
In which maya is breaking and Lucas is there to pick up the pieces, not knowing how to put them back in without scarring the blonde
"I need a good guy like you to tie me down that's the only thing I was always sure of."
A deafening silence engulfed us, as I looked into her eyes holding her tiny palms in mine. "I promise."
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