Chapter 794 Luca?

794 Luca?

Kissing Amy's forehead was an instinctual gesture, an expression of comfort he had offered to friends and family countless times.

That was the way he comforted the females in his life generally. Kissing the top of the head was something he did with his mother when comforting her. He did it with Lucy, he had done it too with Rachel.

So, it wasn't like there was any romantic meaning attached to it. There was none whatsoever. Yet, the atmosphere in the kitchen shifted instantly.

Amy pulled away, her eyes widening with surprise. Lucas felt a twinge of awkwardness settle between them, understanding the unintended gravity of his action.

Lucas knew that he had acted more out of habit than desire or anything of the kind. His action had been borne out of habit.

But was he supposed to explain that to Amy without sounding like a pervert who was trying to take advantage of her vulnerable state? Lucas mused as he stepped away from Amy.

"I—I'm sorry," he stammered, as he awkwardly took several steps back and raised both hands.

"I didn't mean to do that. It's just something I do to comfort people, and I didn't think..."

Amy's expression was a mix of confusion and vulnerability. She wiped away a tear, her gaze fixed on Lucas. "No, it's okay," she murmured, her voice soft. "It's just...unexpected, I guess."

Lucas fumbled for words, attempting to explain the innocent intention behind the impulsive gesture. "I didn't mean it in any other way. It's just, when people, by people I mean ladies, including my mom and sister. When they are hurting, I've always done that. It's a gesture of comfort, like telling someone, 'Hey, you're not alone in this.' I've done it with friends, family, and it's never meant to be anything more than that. I assure you," Lucas rambled.

He paused, searching for the right words to alleviate the awkwardness that lingered in the air since Amy was still just staring without saying anything.

"I am here as a friend. Your friend. I don't want to add any more pain or confusion during an already difficult time," Lucas added, wishing he could kick himself and just shut up.

Amy nodded slowly, a mix of emotions playing across her face. "I know you mean well. It just caught me off guard, that's all." She managed a small smile, a fragile attempt to reassure him.

Lucas sighed, relieved that Amy seemed to understand, yet an underlying tension lingered.

"There was nothing sexual about the gesture...."

20:00

"I didn't think there was. I will go pack up my stuff," Amy said, and quickly walked past him to avoid any further awkwardness.

"It really didn't mean anything," Lucas called after her defensively, not sure she believed him since she had accepted his explanation too easily.

Not knowing what to do with himself, Lucas decided to make the coffee himself as he waited for her, so he went about making the coffee.

Inside her bedroom, Amy looked back in the direction of the kitchen and touched the top of her head where he had kissed her before placing a hand over her heart which had been racing earlier.

She might be inexperienced when it came to men, but she knew enough to know that it wasn't a sexual gesture, although that wasn't something you did with people with whom you didn't have a close relationship.

What was the deal with Lucas? Why was he here? Why was he helping her? They weren't even friends so why did he keep going out of his way to help her? Amy mused and then paused when she remembered he had just said he was there as her friend.

When did they become friends? She mused and then sighed. That wasn't what was important at the moment. She had just lost Miley, she reminded herself as she looked around her bedroom which she had shared with Miley all through her stay in Ludus.

She wasn't going to cry again. She had cried enough in front of Lucas. She was just going to hold it all in and wait for Lucas to drop her off at Lucy's and leave. Then once she was alone, she could cry and mourn to her heart's content.

Who knew what would happen if Lucas heard her crying in here? The last thing she wanted was for him to come into her bedroom to console her. Especially not after what just happened a moment ago.

Choosing to focus, Amy started to take off her clothes, and then she paused when she remembered that just that morning when she picked the outfit she had been thinking of Miley, and now Miley was no more.

Tears gathered in her eyes, but she quickly brushed them off and took off her clothes. She changed into a sweatshirt and pant and when she turned to look at her reflection in the mirror, she was horrified to see how terrible she looked.

Her hair and makeup was a mess.

Lucas and Amy found solace in each other's company, the shared pain gradually transforming into a poignant connection that deepened their new friendship.

"Can we leave now?" Lucas asked as he glanced at his wristwatch.

He had to leave soon for Sonia's party since that was the major reason he had travelled down, and Tyler was waiting for them to leave together.

"Yes. Sure," she said as she quickly rose and Lucas did the same.

Lucas drank what was now left of his cold coffee and reached for her mug since she it didn't seem like she wanted to drink it, and she quickly drank it and held out her hand for his mug instead.

"I will rinse...."

"Hand it over," Lucas ordered calmly and she reluctantly handed him the mug and she followed him as he took it to the kitchen.

She watched him as he rinsed the mug and hung it to dry on her mug rack.

"Thank you, Luca," Amy said as she watched him dry his hands.

"Luca?" He asked with a raised brow, ignoring her gratitude since it seemed like she was either always apologizing for something or thanking him.

"You said you don't want me calling you Lucas," she reminded him and his lips twitched a bit.

"Luca. Not bad," he murmured in amusement as he walked past her to go pick up her bags so they could leave.

As he picked up the bag and headed for the door, he paused and returned to the table. He placed the television controller on the center of the table and organized somethings making her look at him with questioning eyes.

"Can I have your phone?" He asked, and she unlocked it and handed it to him.

Lucas took a picture of everything the way he had set them, "When you come here, confirm that nothing is out of place before you settle in. But it will be best if you change your locks," Lucas said and Amy nodded.

"I will have them changed," she said and he nodded in approval.

"Let's leave then," he said and they headed for the car.

Once they were seated in the car, Amy turned to Lucas as she fastened her seatbelt, "Luca?" She called, and he turned to look at her.

"Yeah?" He asked as he started the engine.

"Are we friends?" She asked and he raised a brow.

"I will leave you to decide that. Are we?" He asked and she paused for a moment before giving him a nod.

"Yes."

"Then we are," he said and she smiled before looking ahead of her again as he drove off.

On their way, Lucas stopped by a pharmacist, and she frowned in concern when he asked her to wait in the car while he dashed in to get some medicine.

Was he ill? Did she make him stand in the rain when he was ill? She mused.

A short moment later Lucas returned and got into the car, "Here. I'm not sure if Lucy has any medicine at home. You were in the rain for a while, you might catch a cold, so take this if you feel ill, and take that for a headache since you might have one after crying the way you did and the way you might do later," Lucas said, and Amy blinked as she looked at him without taking them from him.

"What?" Lucas asked when she just sat there staring

Amy shook her head, "Thank you," she said in a thick voice, laced with emotion as she took the medicine from him.

She really wasn't sure what to think about Lucas, or how to feel about his kindness which was beginning to make her heart flutter in an unexpected way.