Emily curled into the corner of the plush sofa, savouring the warmth of the coffee mug in her hands. Lucas settled her legs across his lap, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her shin. The gentle touch sent pleasant tingles up her spine.
"So, any big Sunday plans?" Lucas asked, his blue eyes twinkling.
Emily took a sip of coffee before responding. "Normally I'd say hell no. Sundays are for lounging and recovering from Saturday night's bad decisions." She smirked. "But I've got this massive project that's kicking my ass - that new gallery opening in the city centre. Deadlines are breathing down my neck, so I'll need to put in a few hours later."
Lucas' hand stilled on her leg. "Work on a Sunday? That's practically blasphemy."
"Tell me about it," Emily groaned. "But duty calls. If
