GINA
I bring the car to a stop in front of the house. I climb out if it, my bag in hand and walk in through the door without waking. I halt in my tracks when I see Lucas sitting in the living room, his head bent over his laptop. I glance at the clock. This is past seven in the night. Normally, Lucas is hardly home by this time. What is he doing here? I ask myself. “Lucas,” I call.
He raises his head and springs to his feet immediately, almost knocking his laptop off in he process. He quickly places the laptop on the couch and bounds over to me. "Gina," he breathes, grabbing me and pulling me close to himself. I allow myself to wrap my arms around him and hug him so tightly. I bury my head in his chest, soaking in his scent. He moves his hand around my back, his hands coming up to cup my
