I have to lean back in order to place a reasonable distance between us, questioning eyes glued to his.
"Yes. " He says in an almost teasing whisper. "But I'm craving attention only you can give me."
I blink my eyes with zero amusement.
There's never a time when he fails to bring out an unwanted atmosphere between us.
"I swear you get more cringier every time you open that mouth of yours."
I feel like puking my breakfast now.
Flashing offence, Lucas' previous expression shifts instantly. He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. "And whose fault is it?"
"Are you implying that it's my fault?"
He shrugs his shoulders, lean muscle in motion beneath his shirt. His hair falls to hover his eyes when he takes a peek behind him, uttering the words. "You tell me."
"I don't con
