As soon as he heard his name on your lips, Lukas had to repress the shiver of delight which threatened to tear through his entire body. It was embarrassing for him to admit how easily you could affect him with only your voice, but as of late the way you spoke his name had changed; instead of simply pronouncing the word like every other person he knew, you seemed to savour the syllables, allowing them to roll from your tongue with an almost sinful tenderness… Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part. When you shifted in your seat, drumming your fingers along the rim of your coffee cup absentmindedly, he realised that he had yet to acknowledge the fact that you’d spoken.
“Yes __________?” He decided to humour you, despite being fully aware of what you were going to ask.
Momentarily tearing his gaze away from the window of the little café, Lukas faced you across the table and allowed himself to appreciate the way yo