THE ENCHANTED ENFORCER

chapter-23 "The feels"

♡Andrea pov♡

He took both of my hands gently but firmly, guiding them above my head, pinning me in place. His eyes locked with mine, unwavering, as he leaned down. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between anticipation and excitement.

Though I'd felt his lips countless times, he had this way of making my stomach flip, like each kiss was new, a rediscovery of something deeply familiar yet thrilling.

His breath fanned softly over my skin, warm and electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. My gaze drifted to his lips, slightly parted, mirroring his own anticipation. His breathing had quickened, his chest rising and falling as if he too was swept up by this moment, and I knew he was feeling the same heat that made my heart race.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough yet tender, almost reverent. One hand moved to brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering there, his touch featherlight.

He leaned in closer, so close that his lips brushed mine, teasing me with a taste of what I craved. But just as I thought he'd finally close the distance, he paused, pulling back just enough to leave me breathless.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a mischievous smirk. "So eager, huh?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. He loosened his hold on my hands slightly, his gaze still dancing with that playful glint.

"Such a tease," I replied, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips. Without hesitation, I grabbed his collar, pulling him close until our lips finally met.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle collision that sent a rush of warmth flooding through me. But soon, the intensity grew, and his hands slid to my waist, his fingers tightening their grip, grounding me in the moment.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close as our kiss deepened, moving with a hungry urgency. Our lips moved in perfect sync, each touch igniting something deeper, something that made my heart race. Every moment, every brush of his lips against mine, made me feel like I was falling, losing myself in him completely.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, making both of us freeze mid-kiss. We turned, startled, as Lucas stepped inside.

"Ben, I'm sorry, I was just-" Lucas stammered, trailing off as he took in the scene. His mouth opened in shock, brows raised in disbelief. "Uh... Are you guys... in the middle of something?" he asked, his tone somewhere between amused and embarrassed, though he took a cautious step forward.

Flustered, I quickly pushed Ben away, causing him to tumble onto the other side of the bed with a soft thud. I sat up, nervously straightening my clothes and running a hand through my hair, trying to look at least a little composed despite the obvious situation Lucas had just walked into.

Ben let out a dramatic sigh, casting a glare Lucas's way. "What the hell, Lucas? You just ruined our moment," he said, exasperated, though there was a teasing grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lucas cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look. "Yeah, sorry about that... I, uh, didn't mean to barge in," he replied, shifting awkwardly in the doorway. "I just came to let you know I was packing some of your clothes for you while you were in the hospital, Ben. So, yeah, that's why your room looks like a mess."

"Lucas," I called softly, trying to ease the awkwardness as he glanced over at me.

"Yeah, Andrea, what's up?" he replied, looking a little relieved to focus on something else.

I shot him a mischievous smile, glancing over at Ben, who was still sprawled on the bed, giving me a curious look. "Did you know... Benjamin's name has officially been changed?" I said, my voice playful. But before I could say anything more, Ben's hand shot out, his palm pressing gently but firmly over my mouth, his eyes wide with a look of sheer, amused horror.

"Not a word," he whispered to me, though his tone was light, and a laugh slipped out as I tried-and failed-to wriggle free from his grasp. Lucas watched us, his confusion turning into a smirk as he crossed his arms, clearly entertained by the whole scene.

I glanced over at Lucas, flashing him a quick, subtle sign for help. He caught on instantly, lunging forward and prying Benjamin away from me, wrapping his arms around him in a secure hold. Benjamin wriggled and squirmed, clearly determined to stop me from spilling his secret, but Lucas held him tight.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Laaaalaaaa! Eeeeheeeeee!" Benjamin began shouting nonsensically, doing everything he could to drown me out. The sight of him thrashing around, shouting random sounds to avoid embarrassment, only made me laugh harder, tears streaming down my face as I gasped for breath.

With a quick move, lucas snatched a T-shirt from the bed and stuffed it into ben's mouth, muffling his sounds. His eyes widened as he looked between Lucas and me, pleading silently, his hands still restrained by Lucas's grip.

Unable to contain myself, I laughed so hard my sides hurt, clutching my stomach as I practically fell over, barely able to catch my breath.

"Now, tell me, Andrea," Lucas said, a grin spreading across his face as he held Ben firmly in place.

Benjamin's eyes were practically begging me, wide and desperate, but I couldn't resist. Through my laughter, I managed to blurt out, "Benjamin Drawyer... because he wears cartoon-printed boxers!"

Lucas's laughter erupted, loud and infectious, filling the room as he released Ben, who immediately let out a groan, pulling the shirt from his mouth and flopping back on the bed in mock defeat.

"Drawyer, huh?" Lucas managed between laughs, shaking his head. "That's priceless!"

Benjamin covered his face with his hands, unable to hide the embarrassed smile creeping onto his lips. "I hate you both," he muttered, his face all red due to embarrassment.

Here's a more humorous and descriptive take on the scene:

"Drawyer dude, it's fine now. Get up!" Lucas called out, his tone half-mocking. Ben's eyes shot open, his face flushing to an almost alarming shade of red as he flailed out of bed, stumbling to his feet in a panic. Before either of us could say a word, he dashed down the stairs.

"Lucas, you're an absolute legend," I gasped, barely able to catch my breath through the laughter. We both laughed, tears streaming down our faces.

Lucas wiped his eyes, finally catching his breath. "Man, I just wish Luna was here for this."

I raised an eyebrow, grinning as I nudged him. "Ohhh, you are really hopelessly in love with her, don't you?"

He shot me a look, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "What can I say? I'm gonna make her fall for me, no matter how long it takes," he declared. "She's literally made for me."

"Smooth, dude," I teased, shaking my head.

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