“I – ah – I just -” she takes a deep breath, then rushes on, “I didn’t want this morning to be the last time I saw you.”
Lucas’s eyes flash then crinkle as he smiles softly, pulling her closer. She shivers in response, reassuring him she is just as affected.
“Yeah?” Lucas whispers.
She nods, her chocolate eyes wide.
He presses a soft kiss to her lips. Exploring. Asking. Wanting.
She makes a small sound in the back of her throat and lifts to her tip toes, trying to deepen the kiss.
He lifts his head, waiting until her eyes slowly blink open.
“I’m really glad to hear that, Ash.”
She smiles softly and arches one eyebrow. “Yeah?” she repeats back.
Chuckling, Lucas confesses, “Hated that idea.”