Constance
This was the only way to ensure I got to see him again. I knew that by kissing Lance, Scar would inevitably show up. It was a weak moment on my part, but it was necessary in order to see him again. Was it conniving? Yes, most definitely, but I wouldn't take it back. Scar might not know everything about me, and this was proof of that. Did he really not think that I didn't see the camera above the studio door? Yes, it was also true that by kissing Lance, I wanted to feel something, anything other than this hollowness in my chest.
Scar grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, his lips only leaving mine for a second. "Why did you do it? I have to know."
I gulped because telling him the truth was risky, but we agreed to always be truthful with one another. There was a
