Page 55 of UnScripted

Seeing Luce appear is the excuse I need to run away.

“I’ll be right back,” I whisper, turning in Rog’s arms and kissing him lightly. His hands tighten around my waist, not wanting to let go.

“I promise,” I tell him kissing him again.

“You better, sugar. Now that I know what it feels like to have you in my arms, you ain’t getting away.”

I smile, letting our hands brush until we can no longer reach each other as I walk away. Luce makes a bee line for me and we meet in the middle.

“You okay? I’m sorry for leaving you behind last night.”

“Don’t be. It’s about time you rode that stallion.”

“Luce,” I smack her arm, “you are so bad.”

“Not as bad as you. I wanna hear everything.”

“Fine. But first you are going to tell me what the hell is going on with you and Smith.”

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