Elena was still smiling as she set her phone down on her nightstand. Her cheeks were warm, her heart still fluttering in her chest. She pressed her lips together, trying to stop the grin that kept threatening to break out. What was it about Lucas's call that made her feel this way? All they had done was talk about dinner, but it felt surreal.
She stood by her bed, fingers toying with the edge of her blanket, replaying Lucas's words in her mind. He had sounded nervous, almost shy, and that made her heart flutter even more. This was the first time they had spoken alone, without Mila or anyone else around. It felt different. It felt special.
