You see Lucas jogging off the court, a wide, triumphant grin on his face. He's a mess of sweat and exhaustion, but his eyes are fixed on you, a genuine joy in their teal depths. He practically vaults over the railing to get to you, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug.
"I told you! It was because you were here," he says, his voice a little breathless as he buries his face in your neck. "You're my good luck charm, baby. My best boy. Did you see that last shot?"
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