He lowered the seat and took out a spare blanket from the storage compartment at the back. Wrapping it around her, Lucas Walker didn't let her go, instead keeping her in his arms and saying, "Ivana, I think I've fallen in love with you."
"How much?"
She asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
"More than I love myself."
Was his reply.
Ivana Bennett chuckled, "Liar, didn't you say you didn't know what love is?"
"Now, I do." Lucas Walker cradled her face in his hands. "I love you, Ivana Bennett, I'm sure of it!"
Before, he truly didn't understand what it meant to love someone.
But after meeting her, he gradually came to understand.
It was a complex emotion: at times it hurt so much it felt like he couldn't breathe, like he was dying.
Sometimes it was sweet, so sweet that he found himself smiling at the mere thought of her.
At times, it was hard, making him wish he could hid her away where no one could see her, belonging only to him.
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