Elle Thorpe

It would be hours later before I realized Banjo had never said I love you back

I stared up into his green eyes and whispered words I hadn’t planned to say. “I love you, Banjo.”

For the longest moment, he didn’t say anything. Then his mouth crashed down on mine, stealing my breath. Our tongues danced, while our fingers grabbed at each other, pulling closer, needing, wanting.

Then, across the room, Colt caught my eye. He reclined against a pillar, casual, and with a smirk aimed my way. Him the cocky prince, me the haughty princess. Our outfits a pair in a way we’d never be. Like before, our gazes collided and held, fierce electricity slamming between us.

A loud moan ripped through the sound system.

The crowd gasped, and a familiar voice said, “Fuck, Lacey. You’re so gorgeous. I love bare pussy.”

Hoots and hollers erupted. I spun around.