For the audience
Julie
Before I even realize what I’m doing, my thumb presses End call.
I stare at my phone screen, the name lingering there like a stain, and then I hit Do Not Disturb.
I’m having one of the best evenings in a long time, and I’ll be damned if I let a spawn of the devil ruin it for me.
I look at myself in the mirror, taking in my flushed cheeks, rosy lips, and visible cleavage. I can feel a ripple of adrenaline, a little spark of excitement. Luke’s waiting for me downstairs, and from the way he looked at me earlier, I can tell it’s going to be… memorable. With one last sweep of my hair, I smooth down my dress, letting it hug my curves just right, and head out the door.
The scent of Luke’s cooking fills the hall as I make my way down the stairs, warm and savory. I catch a glimpse of him and Javier already waiting at the table, and the second our eyes meet, Luke’s entire face lights up. There’s something in his gaze, an intensity, like I’m the only person in the room. My breath catches for just a second, and I know exactly where this night will end—in complete, blissful surrender.
Javier, seated by the table, throws up his hands. “See? She’s alive, Lucas. I kept telling him he’d have a heart attack if he kept pacing like that. Told him to get used to these things. Women are always late.”