CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A GOOD BAD DECISION
I thought Diane would try to stop me, perhaps make me rethink this reckless decision but she doesn’t. Instead, she eggs me on. She claims Dante is good-looking enough to distract me for night. She is not wrong about that. Except she is supposed to be the voice of reason between us. Because believe me, Eric is the king of bad decisions. I wouldn’t even bother asking him about any of this.
“You know you are allowed to change your mind, right?” Dante says, making my gaze shoot up. We are waiting for the valet to bring his car around.
“Hmm?”
“You have this look in your eyes. Its full of skepticism,” He pushes his palms inside his pockets and for a second his arms flex, distractingly so.
“I just…I never do this sort of thing,” I admit. Its quite chilly
