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LUCAS’ POV.
As I washed my hair in front of the mirror, a smile lit my face. Apart from Emily being beautiful, her lying about not sleeping with me was adorable. The way her cheeks heated up, and her dark, mysterious eyes seemed to increase in size, while looking all around, except my eyes, was endearing.
She was a bad liar, and she knew it, but she was a fierce one. She didn’t back down, even though she knew she was really bad at lying, and that I probably had her all figured out.
It got me more intrigued, and interested in her. Why? To other girls, such a night was considered as a rare opportunity— something they couldn’t imagine in their wildest dreams.
If they managed to sleep with me, they wouldn’t let me go. They’d do anything to talk about it, and keep the memory fresh. They
