Valeria's POV
The invitation was clear. I should have said no, and thanked him for the conversation then gone home to my safe and boring life. But something in me rebelled against that idea.
I was tired of being the perfect woman, the one who always did the right thing, who put everyone else's needs before her own. I was thirty years old but had only had s*x once in my entire life. Could you even call it s*x when Luka had been drunk out of his mind, thinking he was with someone else?
I deserved better than that. I deserved to experience pleasure, to live a little and stop holding myself back from s****l experiences.
Maybe it was the alcohol lowering my inhibitions. Or maybe it was the need to prove I was over Luka and that his kiss hadn't affected me all that much. Whatever the reason
