She didn’t want to take a shower. She didn’t want to get dressed. And no matter how horrible she felt over it, she definitely didn’t want to go back to her hotel to meet her friends and grab her suitcase. Doing all that meant she had to go back home. And she really didn’t want to do that. Last night with Luke had been…amazing. They had a fabulous dinner at a very expensive restaurant where she drank a few too many cocktails and ate the most delicious meal ever. Luke stayed glued to her side the entire time in the booth, his thigh pressed to hers, his mouth seeming to find hers when she least expected it. Those drugging kisses he delivered should come with a warning. The way he looked at her, like she was the prettiest woman in the entire world, went straight to her head. Made her feel special. Like she mattered to him. Stupid. Then there was that one moment, when he slipped his hand beneath the skirt of her dress and toyed with her?
