Joanne
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I shouldn’t be here. The words pulsed in my head louder than the music that quaked the apartment.
I should have been in bed, but Aiden and Luca had successfully dragged me out of the room. So, here I was dressed in a gown just a few inches below my ass. Standing amidst the crowd which seemed to be having the best time of their lives.
The girls were laughing, grinding their bodies against the boys like they were made for it.
Luca was at the end of the living room, and a girl—different from the one from last night—was whining, her arm thrown around his neck. But his eyes.
Those sharp blue eyes were on me, the intensity making my stomach turn.
I turned my face away, my cheeks burning red from the alcohol in my stomach.
A guy walked up to me and stretched his hand. “Wanna d
