Emily's fingers trembled as she dialed Lucas' number, her breath catching in her throat. The bar's ambient noise faded away, leaving only the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears.
"Hey, baby girl," Lucas' deep voice answered, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I know what I want," Emily blurted out, her words slurring slightly. "I want you, I need you, and f**k this twat." She gestured wildly at Ryan, nearly knocking over her empty shot glass.
There was a pause on the other end. "Emily, who's there with you?"
She hiccuped, glancing around the dimly lit bar. "I'm with Soph at the bar near my flat. We, uh, ran into Ryan."
"s**t," Lucas muttered. "Are you okay?"
Emily's mind raced, torn between the alcohol-fueled bravado and the nagging reality of their situation. "I'm... I don't know
