Aria
Lucas studies me for a moment, his frown deepening. “I’ll give you some time to think about it.”
Time? What for? I’ve already made up my mind, apparently in record-breaking poor judgment.
"I don't need to think about it. Let’s do it," I say confidently, crossing my arms. "And no, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m not going to fall in love with you."
Lucas scoffs, pinning me with that intense, all-consuming gaze of his. "Still, think about it."
"I have a condition, though," I counter, raising a hand to stop him from saying anything else. "We’re going to be exclusive. No screwing around with other people."
"What?" He looks absolutely horrified, like I just told him I’m banning pizza forever. Did he seriously think I’d be okay with him sticking it to someone else while I sat a
