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EMILY’S POV.
I stood in front of Lucas who looked every bit as handsome as he was that night. Why did he keep looking more handsome the more I saw him?
His brown hair looked tousled, and hung low on his beautiful face. He was intent on looking at me, as he talked about our night, and I was shocked at myself when I blurted out that I didn’t know him.
Why did I do that? The letter was right in my skirt pocket, so why did I lie that I didn’t know him?
My heart fought to tear out of my chest, and my face burned hot. He knew I was lying, and that was the reason he kept staring at me intently.
“Really? You’re not the drunk woman who claimed she was drugged?” He asked, in a voice as smooth as butter, and my eyes looked everywhere, but his face.
“I… I have a common face. People always te
