Trinidad.
The bass was pounding through my chest like a second heartbeat as I leaned against the VIP section railing, eyes locked on Lucinda like they always were.
She was on the dance floor, wild and free, hair whipping around as she moved. Even drunk, Lucinda danced like s*x on legs. Her tight black dress rode up her thighs every time she rolled her hips, showing off that smooth caramel skin I’d been fantasizing about since we were sixteen. Back then she was just my best friend’s little sister who followed us around. Now at twenty, she was every wet dream I’d never admitted to anyone.
Especially not to her.
I’d been in love with Lucinda since the day she wore that yellow sundress to my sixteenth birthday party. She was straight as an arrow, boy-crazy, hypersexual, and completely obse
