Charlotte's POV:
I get up to my room after the elimination ready to dive into bed and sleep for a year. I open the door and see a figure standing on my balcony. I walk out into the warm L.A. night and see Lucas leaning on the stone wall.
"Luke? What are you doing out here?" I ask as gently as I possibly can.
"I wanted to wait until the perfect moment for this, but Char, I can't wait anymore." He says.
"Lucas? Wha-what are you talking about?" I say.
"This," He says.
His arms are around my waist and his lips crash into mine. I start to pull away but then my lips mold perfectly to his and my arms snake around his neck. He holds me tighter and deepens the kiss.
When we break apart his eyes meet mine and he smiles.
