Chapter 93: Whispers Of Desire

The moon cast a soft glow over the tranquil gardens, bathing the roses in an ethereal light. The scent of jasmine filled the air as Lucas and Chloe strolled hand-in-hand, their steps echoing softly on the cobblestone path. Weeks had passed since their escape from Jack Prescott, the memory of his chilling presence still a lingering shadow. Yet, in the serenity of the night, a warmth bloomed in Lucas's chest that eclipsed any fear. He stopped by a rose bush, its velvety petals the color of a deep blush. "This reminds me of you, Chloe," he murmured, plucking a perfect bloom. Her eyes widened, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Lucas," she breathed, a tremor in her voice. He tucked the rose behind her ear, the touch sending a spark through both of them. "You are my strength, my solace," he confessed, his voice husky with emotion. "Every moment with you feels like coming home." Chloe leaned closer, her heart fluttering. "And you, Lucas," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Y