THIRD PERSON POV

“Can I tickle you?”

Luke blinked once, then twice.

“What?” His brows furrowed in confusion, hoping he'd misheard her. He must have misheard her.

Aurelia's cheeks deepened in color, and then she turned away from him, facing the painting she'd admired before he came.

“Forget I said that.” She muttered under her breath, but Luke was not having it. He gently grasped her chin, forcing her to face him once more.

“What did you say, Aurelia?” His tone was ...