LUCAS’ POV.

I pulled on a sweatshirt after taking a warm shower, and looked at the lotion Emily gave me. I would have preferred not to use it, but Emily would think I didn’t like it, and that wasn’t the case.

Keeping it safe and pretty for when I wanted to remember my most beautiful new year was my intention.

Shortly, someone knocked.

“Come in.” I said, applying the lotion onto the back of my palm.

“Happy New Year.”

I turned to look at John as I massaged the lotion onto my hands.

“Smells nice.” He said, and I looked at my hands. “You don’t use this kind of stuff....