Lucas grins against Bash's lips and it's a tick before he corrects. He manages, at least, leaning in to draw the kiss out just a little bit longer before breaking away. Then it's just a matter of snapping out of the dreamy daze it leaves him in. How do you even be a boyfriend? He thinks. It's a dumb enough thought that it does the trick. Nothing embarrasses Lucas more than his own internal monologue.

"We should probably get back with everyone," he says, newly breathless as he nods in the direction of their friends. "Face the music."