Lucas stiffened, lowering the towel from his face. "What?"
Lena shifted uncomfortably, her gaze flicking away before snapping back, her expression unreadable. "You heard me," she said, voice steady despite the pink dusting her cheeks. "When we get back to the real world, you have to be my boyfriend."
Lucas's brain stalled.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
Did she just—?
His heart lurched in a direction he wasn't ready for. He studied her face, searching for any sign that she was joking, but Lena's expression was completely serious.
She wasn't messing around.
"You—hold on," he finally forced out. "Where is this coming from?"
