218. Blissful Day

Lucas turned to Amy and smirked. “Well…” Amy raised an eyebrow. “Well?” Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Some date night, huh?” Amy let out a laugh that was half-exhaustion, half-hysteria. “Oh yeah. Kidnapping, gunfights, your sister going all James Bond on us. Is this really what your life is like?” she asked, sinking onto a nearby sofa. Lucas sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. “Not usually this dramatic.” “Says the man who kidnapped me the first time we met,” Amy pointed out. “That was a special circumstance,” he defended with a small smile. Amy leaned her head against his shoulder. “I should be running for the hills right now.” “Are you going to?” he asked softly. She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. “Not after your confession. Did you really mean it?” Lucas’s face. “I meant what I said back there, Amy. I love you.” Amy put her arms around him, drawing him closer. “When did you know?” Lucas leaned down and brushed his lips over hers