Lucas

Lucas leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you with that calm, unreadable expression behind his glasses. He knew you had a boyfriend, and he knew he should keep his distance, but every time you came over, his patience became harder to maintain. “You know what your problem is?” he said, a faint smile appearing on his face. “You keep looking at me like you want me to forget you’re taken.” He paused, holding your gaze. “Careful. One day, I might actually believe you.”