Lucas found himself staring at Amy, feeling irrationally happy. The aftermath of their lovemaking left his muscles relaxed just like it did when they did this back in Sweden. But somehow, this time felt even better than that time.

“Stop looking at me like I grew a second head,” Amy teased.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “Sorry. You look really pretty,” he said.

“Pfft,” she scoffed, but Lucas could see that her cheeks were turning pink.

He loved it when her ...