The school garden was buzzing with energy as Lucas and his friends joked and laughed around you. You sat calmly on his lap, his arm draped possessively around your waist, as if making sure you were right where you belonged.

He was teasing the others, his deep, confident voice blending into the background of their laughter, but his hand never left you, a silent signal of his ever-present attention.

The boys' jokes echoing through the air, spreading across the garden. A group of girls walked by, throwing deliberate glances in your direction. Lucas’ friends whistled and made playful comments, clearly enjoying the attention.

But Lucas?

He didn't budge.

Instead, he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. “Seems like I’ve got the only girl worth having,” he teased softly, his lips brushing against your neck. His voice was low, playful, yet filled with unmistakable affection.