Olive's mind reeled as Lucas's lips brushed against hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet it spoke volumes about the emotions simmering between them. She couldn't deny the spark that had been building for so long, but she was wary of getting hurt again.
As Lucas deepened the kiss, Olive's hands instinctively rose to push him away. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and she found herself melting into the kiss instead. Lucas's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and Olive felt like she was drowning in the intensity of the moment.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, Lucas broke away, his chest heaving with exertion. "I'm not drunk," he whispered, his eyes blazing. "I'm completely sober, and I know exactly what I'm doing."
Olive's heart was still racing, her mind reeling from the kiss. She couldn't believe what had just happened. "What... what are you doing, Lucas?" she stammered, trying to process her emotions.
