Dr. Jim's POV
Lucas keeps staring at me, his eyes wide in shock. I tilt my head slightly and say with a faint smile, "What happened?"
He hesitates, blinking rapidly, then stammers, "Dr. Jim… why did you… lick my lips?"
I chuckle softly and reply, "Because there was sauce on your lips. So, I wiped it off."
His face turns crimson. He looks even more flustered as he tries to find words, but I just reach out, pat his head, and say gently, "Finish your meal. I'm going to sleep."
Standing up, I head toward my room, leaving him frozen at the table, still processing what just happened.
When I lie down on the bed, I can't help but think about him. In the morning, when he brushed his fingers across my lips and whispered his feelings, I was awake—I heard every word. I smile softly to myself, my cheeks warming again.
