Extending her arms like a purring kitten, a small satisfactory smile speared over Arya’s face, remembering the events last night that began as she heard Lucas’s confession. Looking down over her chest, another wider smile, covered her face as she felt Lucas’s face submerged down into her breasts, that he kept warm throughout the entire night with his warm breaths.
The puckering rays of sun, glided against her and his skin; his face looked innocent and fresh as he slept, nothing about his expressions were taunting like they usually were. The way she was holding onto her, she knew that he expressed a subconscious fear of letting go.
Gently running a hand through his curly locks that rested over his forehead, Arya kept her eyes glued to his face.
His words from last night ringing again
