When their lips broke apart, Lucas held her face in his hands. Their foreheads bumped against each other and he smiled, then laughed softly while Julia mirrored every emotion. ‘This is what it means,’ he said, his fingers finding the stud in her ear. ‘That you claim me?’ she said, surprised by the teasing note in her own voice. ‘No,’ he said. ‘That you’re the one I would choose.’
