Chapter 8

I suddenly realized what he meant.

But I was too scared to let go because of the extreme speed.

I could only try my best to hold back my chest, wanting to avoid that overly intimate contact.

But Lucas suddenly slowed down, stopping at the end of the track.

He took off his helmet and lifted me off the bike.

It was my first time racing, and my legs felt like jelly when I got off.

Lucas reached out and steadied me with his hands on my waist.

"Olivia."

The lighting wasn't very bright.

But through the goggles, I could clearly see the smoldering fire in his eyes.

It was a look I had never seen on Ethan's face before.

An intense, overwhelming desire to possess.

I couldn't help but take a step back.

But the large hands on my waist suddenly tightened.

I instinctively stepped forward, stumbling into Lucas' arms.

With a click, he unclasped my helmet.

The helmet came off, and the wind instantly blew my hair into disarray.

I reflexively tilted my face up, wanting to brush back my hair.

But Lucas was faster.

His slightly calloused fingers brushed away the messy strands at my temples.

Before I could react and pull away,

He lowered his head and kissed me directly.

He kissed me decisively, forcefully.

As if he wouldn't give me any chance to resist or push him away.

My lips parted, his tongue slipping inside.

His kissing technique was a bit clumsy, making me hurt a little.

I frowned, and his movements slowed down.

His large, slightly rough hands cupped my face.

His fingertips brushed over my cheeks and ears.

Instantly igniting sparks of electricity.

He lifted me up again, setting me on the motorcycle.

His strong, muscular body pressed against me.

Like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing everything.

My heart was racing, but I also felt panicked and at a loss.

When his kiss fell again, my tears slowly welled up.

"Olivia."

Lucas kissed the tears on my face.

But his voice was unprecedentedly gentle: "Are you unhappy today?"

I held back my tears, turning my face away.

But his hand followed, cupping my face and refusing to let go.

My eyelashes trembled, tears sliding into his palm.

But I stubbornly refused to admit it.

"I'm just hungry."

"I had a really bad dinner tonight, didn't eat enough, feeling awful."

He froze, then looked at me with a smile.

He lowered his head again, kissing away the tears on my eyelashes: "Let's go, I'll take you to get something good to eat."

"Are we going on this?"

"It's chilly at night, I'll drive."

Very naturally, he took my hand.

I struggled a bit, but couldn't pull away.

So he held on even tighter.

Just as we got in the car, Lucas' phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, then at me, and answered.

"Ethan, what's up?"