LUCAS’S POV
I had her pressed against the wall, one of my thighs wedged between hers, kissing her like the world was ending at midnight and we only had minutes left.
My hands were under the oversized T-shirt she’d thrown on after our shower and it was hanging off one of her shoulders, exposing all that golden skin I couldn’t stop touching. She tasted the sweetest kind of trouble.
“Babe,” I murmured against her mouth, thumb brushing that swollen bottom lip, “please. Come on. Let me stay the night.”
Avela laughed softly, the sound vibrating through my chest, but she was already shaking her head, palms flat on my bare chest, pushing gently. “You’ve distracted me enough today, Lucas. Hours. Hours. Go home.”
I pouted like a damn child; I didn’t even care. “Pretty please? I’ll be good. I s
