"You've been a naughty girl," he laughs as he pulls me into a photo booth and punishes me with kisses. The camera flashes several as we play fight. I try to push him away, but he seizes my hands, grabbing me firmly and giving me a long, slow kiss.
We both know I can never be his Luna for real, but in this moment, I let myself get lost in the make-believe. I want to believe that he means it when he kisses me and it isn't just lust or a need to be touched, but the promise of something more--something real.
As we step out of the booth, we hear the sound of a nearby band. Gathering our photos, Sly backs us onto the dance floor with his hands around my waist. Laughing, I am swept into his arms and we sway in place. our hearts and bodies syncing with the slow rhythm of the song.
"Are you h
