That night, when Lucas and Rose returned home, something felt different between them. Lucas kept hovering around her, following her from the living room to the bedroom, staying close like a shadow that refused to leave. Rose noticed it immediately. He had always been protective but tonight he was too close.
“Lucas, can you move?” she asked, squirming as he sat glued to her side on the couch, his arm locked around her waist.
“No,” he answered with a lazy smirk, tightening his hold on her.
“Lucas, I need to breathe,” she complained.
“You can use my mouth to breathe,” he said, opening his mouth and trying to bring it close to hers, clearly teasing.
Rose pulled back with a little groan. “Ugh, you’re impossible.”
He laughed softly, enjoying her reaction. Then suddenly, as if a thought cro
