One Wild Night

Chapter 949: Girlfriend/Boyfriend

Chapter 949: Girlfriend/Boyfriend

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By the time Lucas and Amy were done and breathless from their playful competition, the morning had slipped into early afternoon.

Lucas glanced at the time and sighed. "We should probably start heading back now."

Amy, still catching her breath, bobbed her head. "How about you take me home to freshen up, and then we can go to Lucy's together so you freshen up too before we go out? I have a surprise for you."

Lucas looked intrigued. "A surprise? Where are you taking me?"

Amy grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You will see when we get there, you'll like it," she said confidently.

"Alright," Lucas agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm curious now."

As Lucas drove them back to Amy's place, they both laughed about their game earlier and after some time Lucas turned to smile at her, "Somehow I still can't believe I'm doing this with you."

Amy giggled, "Why not? I'm not your type?" she asked with an easy smile that told Lucas that she wouldn't be offended even if he said so.

"How can you not be my type with your beauty, intelligence, and exceptional sense of humor?" He asked, and she grinned.

"Right! I was wondering the same," she said flicking her hair playfully, and Lucas chuckled. "You know what I love most about you?" Lucas asked, and Amy looked at him with interest.

"I thought that would be hard for you to decide on because everything is awesome," she joked and Lucas laughed.

"You're too full of yourself," Lucas said and Amy grinned.

"Wow! That's what you love most?" she asked, and Lucas laughed again.

"You know that's not what I mean," he said with an amused smile thinking about how easily Amy made him laugh.

"So, what do you like most then?" she asked, smiling at him with interest.

"Your honesty and maturity. You're so mature and easy to talk to," he said and she pursed her lips.

"That's two things. But why maturity?"

"I believe your maturity is the reason we are this way right now. I never would have imagined being in a relationship with anyone this soon, but somehow you were able to make me think about it. And at the same time, you took the pressure off me. You're amazing, Amy," he said and Amy smiled.

"Thanks. You're not bad yourself. Dr Hottie," she said with a teasing smile and Lucas chuckled.

"That. I've been wanting to ask, who came up with that nickname? You? Or Miley?" He asked, and Amy grinned.

"Who do you think?" she asked with a wink.

"You?" He asked, and she nodded.

"So, you thought I was hot, huh?" He asked with a grin.

"Aren't you? It was merely a statement of fact, not interest," she said easily.

"And now?" Lucas asked, and she shrugged.

"I suppose it's both. I saved your number as Dr. Hottie," she said with a grin and Lucas chuckled.

"Guess how I saved yours?" He asked as he parked the car in front of her apartment.

"I can't guess. Tell me," she said and he smiled as they got out of the car.

"Pretty Amy," he said and she giggled.

"Is there an ugly Amy?" She asked as they walked to the door.

"I don't know. I don't care about any other Amys. If I had my way I would make sure no one else bears Amy beside you," he said and she giggled as she unlocked the door and they stepped inside the house.

"That's a very sweet thing to say," Amy said and before she could walk away, Lucas grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

Amy's heart fluttered as she looked into his smiling eyes, and he tucked her hair behind her ear, "I want to kiss you," Lucas said, and Amy swallowed.

"I never imagined a statement like that could sound so sexy," she said as her arms went around Lucas' neck.

Lucas smiled as his hands rested on Amy's hips, pulling her closer. He bit her lower lip, and Amy responded, kissing him back. The kiss wasn't heated. It was slow and sweet, a gentle exploration of each other's lips.

As they broke apart, Amy smiled up at Lucas, her eyes shining with happiness. "I wanted to kiss you before you said it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What stopped you? Feel free to do it now. That was mine. Do yours," Lucas commanded in a husky voice and Amy laughed as she kissed him. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she savored the tenderness and intimacy of the kiss.

Her cheeks flushed pink as they pulled away, and Lucas grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

Amy laughed, and Lucas released her, allowing her to step back. "Go freshen up," he said. "I'll wait here."

Amy nodded, her heart still racing from the kiss as she headed to her room while Lucas waited in the living room while.

Amy quickly freshened up and when she returned, Lucas smiled when he saw she was dressed in a black bodycon spaghetti-strapped dress with a drawstring at the right side.

"Pretty Amy looks beautiful," he said and she giggled.

"Thanks. Let's go," she said, and together they left the house and headed over to Lucy's apartment.

The moment they walked into the apartment, Amy's smile faltered as she remembered the last time she had been there, and sensing the shift in her mood, Lucas kissed her forehead to

distract her.

"If the apartment could talk doy

looked at him.

"What?"

know what it would have said?" Lucas asked and Amy

"Wow! I never knew Amy was this pretty. She looked so downcast the last time she was here, and now she's so beautiful. Bravo, Amy!" Lucas said clapping, and Amy smiled.

"Is that from you or the apartment?" Amy asked and Lucas shrugged.

"From us all. Why don't you keep me company while I shower?" He suggested, and when Amy smiled and wiggled her brow, he chuckled.

"I don't mean that sort of company. I mean talk to me from outside the door while I shower," The corrected and she giggled.

As Lucas showered, he made sure to keep her occupied with conversation so that she wouldn't think about anything else, and once Lucas was ready, they left together.

Amy guided him through the city to a part he hadn't explored before. As they pulled up in front of a familiar building, Lucas couldn't help but chuckle when he realized where they

were.

"A lounge? You brought me to a lounge?" Lucas asked, amused.

"Not just any lounge," Amy corrected with a grin as she led him inside. "This is my favorite spot. Told you I was going to bring you here, remember?"

"I guess you've made good on your word to fulfill all your promises in one day," he said and

she grinned.

"Yep," she said as they found a secluded booth in the corner. Amy pointed to a spot by the bar, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's where I sat last time we were on the phone while I was here. I was thinking about you the whole time."

Lucas smiled, feeling a warm sense of affection for her. "And now we're here together."

"Exactly," Amy said with a nod. "And guess what tonight is? Karaoke night." Lucas's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Karaoke? You're going to make me sing, are you?"

"Only if you want to," Amy said with a playful smile. "But it would be fun if you did."

"I will on one condition," Lucas said and Amy raised a brow.

"What?"

"You do a song first. I want to watch you sing," he said, and she grinned as she held out a hand

for a handshake.

"You have yourself a deal, Buddy."

Soon a waiter came over and served them, and they both drank and made conversation for

some time until it was karaoke hour.

When it was Amy's turn, Lucas cheered as he watched her go to the stage, and he wasn't very surprised when she settled for "My Love" by Westlife.

As Amy sang, Lucas couldn't take his eyes off her. Her voice was soft yet filled with emotion. The tenderness in her expression, the slight quiver in her voice- it was as if she was pouring her heart out for someone she dearly missed. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only

Amy and the music.

When she finished, the room erupted in applause, but Lucas knew that the song had been more for herself than for anyone else. She gave a small smile and a polite nod to the crowd

before making her way back to the table where Lucas was waiting.

"You were amazing," Lucas said as she sat down, his voice gentle.

Amy smiled, a touch of sadness still lingering in her eyes. "Thank you. It's one of my favorites. It always makes me feel closer to Miley."

Lucas reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I thought as

much."

Amy's smile grew warmer, the sadness receding as she focused on Lucas. "Thanks, Lucas." "What for?" He asked softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

"For being here with me," she said and Lucas smiled.

"You brought me here, I didn't exactly have a choice," he joked, knowing that was what she

needed.

Amy laughed as he had expected, and the playful sparkle returned to her eyes. "Okay, your turn. A deal's a deal."

Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'll do it."

Amy clapped her hands excitedly as Lucas stood up and made his way to the stage. She

watched as he selected a song and waited for the music to start. To her surprise, he chose "Grenade" by Bruno Mars.

As Lucas began to sing, he threw himself into the performance with gusto, even adding some

cheesy boy-band dance moves for extra effect. Amy laughed, clapping along as Lucas worked

the crowd, his charisma shining through. His voice was good, and he had the audience singing along with him in the chorus.

When he finished, the crowd roared with approval, and Lucas took a bow before returning to Amy, who was still laughing and clapping.

"You've got some moves!" she teased as he sat down.

"I had to make it entertaining," Lucas said with a grin, clearly pleased with himself. "You definitely did," Amy agreed, her eyes shining with affection. "I knew you were a good sport. But I'd catch a grenade for you too though," she said with a grin, and he laughed. They spent the rest of the evening laughing, talking, and enjoying each other's company. The hours seemed to fly by, and before they knew it, it was late.

As they walked out of the lounge, the night air was cool and refreshing after the warmth of the

lounge, and Amy shivered slightly.

Lucas noticed and immediately slipped off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. "Can't

have you catching a cold," he said with a smile.

"Thank you," Amy said, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. "I should change your name

to Dr Romantic," she said and Lucas chuckled.

"I never knew giving you my jacket was romantic," he said and Amy grinned.

"It is to me. Feels like being wrapped in a warm embrace by you," she said and Lucas

chuckled.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, their steps in sync as they made their way to

the car. When they reached it, Lucas opened the door for Amy, but before she could get in, he gently took her hand, stopping her.

"Today was amazing," he said softly, his eyes searching hers. "I haven't had this much fun in

a long time."

Amy smiled, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. "Me neither. I'm really glad we did this." Lucas hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer, closing the distance between them. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin in a tender caress. "I'm

going to kiss you again," he confessed, his voice low and husky as he leaned in until their faces were inches apart.

Amy's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest and then, without another word, she closed the gap, pressing her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss.

It was sweet and slow, filled with all the emotions they had been building up throughout the

day. Amy melted into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on his chest as she lost herself in the moment.

Suddenly Amy giggled, and Lucas pulled away to look at her in amusement, "What's funny?"

"I just remembered the lyrics of your song," she said, and Lucas chuckled, knowing the part she was talking about.

"You're something, Amy," Lucas said, his voice barely audible as they rested their foreheads against each other's.

They stood there for a moment longer, wrapped up in each other, before Lucas finally let Amy get inside. As he drove her home, their hands remained intertwined.

When they reached her apartment, Lucas walked her to the door, their goodbyes lingering as

neither of them wanted the night to end.

Lucas leaned in for one more quick kiss before stepping back, "Are we still thinking about dating?" He asked, and she giggled.

"I feel like we've been dating for years already," she said and Lucas grinned. "Goodnight, girlfriend," Lucas said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles one last

time.

"Goodnight, boyfriend," Amy replied, her voice filled with warmth.

Lucas watched as she unlocked her door and stepped inside. As the door closed, Lucas smiled

to himself, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

He whistled throughout the drive to Tom's house.