Just as Lucas was about to answer me, a woman turned around quickly, causing the hot coffee from her cup to spill out towards me.
Lucas acted instantly, pulling me into his arms to shield me from the oncoming coffee. The next instant, the back of his expensive white button-up shirt was drenched in hot coffee.
"Lucas! Are you okay?" I cried out, still in his embrace.
He looked at me and smiled gently, "I'm okay. How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
My eyes watered as I looked up at him. His embrace was very warm, and our close proximity allowed me to smell his subtle cologne, which gave me a sense of comfort.
How can he worry about me when he was just scalded by hot coffee?
I felt both touched and worried. My hands shook as I looked at him, waiting for him to release me so that I could see how bad the injury was.
Instead of releasing me, he tightened his arms around me ever so slightly.
