~FREYA~
Lucas's lips were on mine. I wasn't dreaming, was I?
One minute, we were both having a discussion and the next, he was kissing me. I knew I had asked him to kiss me randomly in the past, but I didn't think he would actually listen to me.
I didn't want pity kisses. I hoped that this was something that he wanted to do. However, it was hard to concentrate with his lips on mine. They were warm and soft and tasted like chocolate.
I can't help myself as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his body closer to mine.
"I'm not doing this as a favor," he growls.
W-what?
I couldn't think clearly as his hands traveled down my body. What did he mean by that?
"Lucas," I moan his name, and he shivers against me, almost as though he enjoys it when I call out to him like that.
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