I pinched Natalie's waist, and she dodged with a laugh.

　　My gaze landed on Lucas, and I couldn't seem to look away. Dressed in a white tracksuit, one foot casually rested on the pedal of a mountain bike. He looked radiant, the picture of energy and youth.

　　He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile on his face, the kind that could make anyone lose their train of thought.

　　This face, this smile—it was so good-looking it almost felt like a ...