Lana
By the time we finally decided to call it a night, my heart was somewhere lodged in my throat, and every inch of my skin felt like it had been lit from the inside out. I could blame it on the dancing, on the way Landon’s gaze never seemed to waver, like I was something worth marveling at.
Or maybe it was the way he stood so close, his breath warm against my temple, the heat of his body seeping through the thin space between us.
Maybe it was his hand at the small of my back, guiding me as we moved.
Whatever it was, it had my pulse racing and my thoughts tangled, because every slow, unhurried touch of his made something low in my belly twist and burn in ways I hadn’t felt in a very, very long time.
“I need to go home now,” Raina started. “Before Tyler have his people come look for
