“Are you ready for dinner, mi amor?” Lucas knocks on the bathroom door as I finish getting ready. I open the door for him to enter and let him stand beside me, watching as I apply a little bit of makeup. “Wow, you look amazing.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” I laugh and try to ignore the darkening look in his eyes. I swat Lucas’ hand away when he reaches for me. “No, no. We do not have time for that, again.”

“But, mi amor,” Lucas protests, reaching for me ...