Louisa's POV
As if I had a choice. I rolled my eyes secretly in my mind. I wanted to really roll my eyes in front of him, but I couldn't.
It was physically impossible. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He looked so darn hot in a pink shirt that smelt like fresh pine trees after a summer rain.
I had never seen anyone who could wear the color pink as he did.
"This is exciting. I've never taken a shuttle bus before." Lucas looked around with excitement.
Oh really? Is this bus not big enough for you because you've got a fat ass and a even larger ego? I thought to myself.
"Why are you staring at me like a little alligator? Are you going to eat me?" His long fingers gently stroke his hair.
Ah. How I wished I could do that. I thought to myself and immediately smothered this crazy thought.
"Not when you're the last man alive!" I mumbled and found my answer rather embarrassing.
He wasn't asking me to marry him. What the fuck was I thinking?!
I blushed, trying to look away