190. Concerned

Lucas’s car halts to a stop outside Amy’s apartment building. Amy’s heart raced as she stared at the building, realizing their unexpected adventure was coming to an end. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Lucas cleared his throat. “Well, here we are.” “Yep. Home sweet home,” Amy replied, her voice unnaturally high. She fumbled with her seatbelt, fingers trembling slightly as she tried to unlatch it. The damn thing seemed determined to keep her trapped in this moment. “Need some help?” Lucas asked, his voice laced with amusement. The seatbelt finally released with a soft click. Amy’s hand lingered on the buckle, her mind racing for some excuse…any excuse to prolong their time together. “I, uh…” Amy started, then trailed off, unsure what to say. Lucas turned to her, one eyebrow raised slightly. “Yes?” Amy’s breath caught in her throat as their eyes met. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. What could she possibly say that wouldn’t make her sound desperate or clingy? This