The girl's gaze swept back and forth between Lucas Lockwood's handsome figure and Josie Quinn, held tightly in his arms and wearing a ridiculous Monkey mask. Disappointed, she finally pouted, let out a reluctant "Oh," and turned to melt back into the crowd.
Josie Quinn watched the girl's retreating back. Through his clothes, she deliberately poked Lucas Lockwood's lean waist, her tone tinged with amusement. "A pretty little thing offering herself up like that, and you really shut her down so decisively?"
Lucas Lockwood reacted in a flash, grabbing her mischievous fingers. He held them tightly in his warm palm as if afraid she would run away.
He lowered his head, his burning gaze locking onto her through the mask. His voice was deep and earnest. "What's there to be sad about? No matter how great she is, she's not you."
A simple sentence, yet it felt like a feather gently tickling her heart.
