Samantha’s POV
Pagkatapos ng dinner party, halos maluwag akong nakahinga nang makalabas kami ng club. Ang daming mata, ang daming titig at bawat segundo, parang nakatuntong ako sa manipis na yelo.
Pero ang pinaka-nakakapagod? Hindi yung mga taong sinusubukan naming lokohin. Kundi yung kasama ko mismo.
Ryder Del-Fuero. Aka Marco Navarro whatever the hell his name is tonight.
Pagkasakay namin ng kotse, hindi ko na napigilan.
“Next time you try to kiss me again without warning, I swear, Del-Fuero, you’ll regret it.”
Napatingin siya sa akin, amused as always. “Correction. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a strategy.”
“Strategy?!” halos mapasigaw ako. “You call that strategy?!”
“Yes.” He leaned closer, eyes locked on mine. “And it worked. You saw their faces. They bought it.”
Napatigil ako. O
