IVY
After we grab a bottle of champagne from a waiter’s tray, Damien and I laugh as we hurry outside, to the parking lot.
It’s away from all the noise, away from Knox.
Damien's car smells like leather and expensive cologne. But it'll do.
It has to do.
I climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs in the backseat. His eyes go wide, and the hunger he feels flashes hot and bright in it.
“When you asked us to get out of the party, I didn’t think this was what you meant.”
I reach for the buttons of his shirt with a tired smile.
“Well, now you know.”
His hands find my hips immediately, and grips it hard.
He certainly can’t believe his luck.
"f**k," he breathes. "You're so hot."
I kiss him before he can say anything else. I don't want to hear his voice. I don't want to hear any v
