Nina flushed crimson, her fingers digging deeper into the knit fabric of his heather-grey sweatshirt. "Stop talking like that," she whispered, her voice a breathless, shaky mess as she tried to pull her shoulders back. "You're... you're being ridiculous." She hardly recognized the sound of her own voice, thin and trembling, so unlike the composed woman she usually presented to the world.
"But it's the truth," Lucas muttered, his voice dropping into a thick, low growl that vibrated directly against her bare skin. He didn't take his eyes off her, his gaze heavy and dark with an unyielding intensity that made her stomach twist with something dangerously close to longing. "I'm not joking, Nina. You look... amazing. Not just your body, but everything about you. Every single detail."
