Chapter Eighty Three

The ache in Emma's legs caused her to groan as she shifted on the bed's soft sheets. The pain was a reminder of their passionate lovemaking, a memory she welcomed, even as she winced and adjusted her position.

Lucas's voice broke through her thoughts, soft and comforting. "Come, let me ease your discomfort," he whispered, drawing her closer with his gentle touch on her waist. Shivers ran down her spine at his proximity, momentarily distracting her from the dull ache.

Grinning playfully, Emma swatted his hand away as he moved to caress her back. "Let go of me, you jerk," she chided, though the darkness concealed her scowl. A hint of laughter escaped her lips, betraying her attempt at seriousness.

"I can feel the intensity of your death glare, you know," Lucas chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back as she settled against him. She smiled, comforted by his warmth and familiar touch.

"I love you," Emma whispered, her lips brushing against his skin as she chuckled softly. Her fi