Lucas Point of View
The late afternoon sun hung low over the countryside as Lucas pulled his truck into the driveway of Maribel’s house. The smell of freshly made burgers filled the cab from the takeaway bags resting on the passenger seat. After a long day of work, all he wanted was to spend a quiet evening with her.
He grabbed the bags and walked up to the front door. A few seconds later, the door swung open.
Marble stood there in a comfortable sweater and jeans, her hair loosely tied back. The moment her eyes landed on the takeaway bags, her face lit up.
"Burgers?" she asked, her smile growing wider.
Lucas grinned. "Thought neither of us would feel like cooking tonight."
Marble laughed softly before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Do you know how much I l
