[Amelia]
Holding my breath, I bite my lip waiting to see what happens next as Lucas leans forward, his icy gaze melting as he searches my face, the anger slowly melting as he sets me down. I try to pull away, but it’s a half-hearted effort–Lucas’ attention pinning me in place as surely as the hands resting on my shoulders. Tonight, as he looks at me, it isn’t a passing glance. Lucas is looking at me with the intensity of forever as he hypnotizes -me with the passion in his gaze.
Once more, Lucas holds out his hand, and when I don’t take it, the frustrated mobster yanks me towards him, interlacing our fingers as he pulls me into the cradle of his arms, our hips brushing against each other. Gasping, I try to catch my breath as he draws me in even tighter, our heartbeats pressing into one
