Leonardo
The music is loud enough to drown out a man’s thoughts, but not mine. I sit back in the shadows of the VIP lounge, drink in hand, and watch her.
Nayana Falcone.
She’s on the dance floor, surrounded by a few girls, Gwen Powers included.
They’re celebrating her passing her tech exam a few days ago. Gwen is definitely the one who suggested clubbing, I’m sure. Silly girl.
My gaze stays on Nayana. She stands out from everyone around her. The black dress she’s wearing fits her like a second skin, showing off her curves and smooth legs in ways that make it hard to look anywhere else. Her golden hair falls down to her waist. I have the urge to fist it around my hand as I slam into her from behind. f**k.
I take a slow sip from my glass, pretending to be absorbed in the conversation
