I pinched Natalie's waist, and she dodged with a laugh.
My gaze landed on Lucas, and I couldn't seem to look away. Dressed in a white tracksuit, one foot casually rested on the pedal of a mountain bike. He looked radiant, the picture of energy and youth.
He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile on his face, the kind that could make anyone lose their train of thought.
This face, this smile—it was so good-looking it almost felt like a crime.
I soon discovered what Natalie meant by "plans" was cycling.
Embarrassed, I mumbled, "I can't ride a bike."
Zachary laughed. "That's fine. Lucas can give you a lift. He even added a back seat to his bike today. Although," he added with a smirk, "the front seat's always an option—riding while riding, you know."
"Get lost." Lucas c
