Tempting Mr. Salvatore

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rubbing my hands over my face in a desperate attempt

n waking up like this. Dazed, di

g back. I could recall every detail-the intensity of his touch, his scent, the overwhelming sensati

how I felt ever

y girl in high school dreams but unlike all the boys I'd

king beneath the surface. Something Lucas was hiding behind all that charm and perfection. S

l the butterflies that fluttered in my stomach every time he smiled at

h him, but because I wanted to stop feeling this way. I wanted to get ri

deep fear that telling him would ruin ever

lieve my looks would

ractive. And even though people constantly told me otherwise-even though I was often consi

tly pastel shades, adorned with bows and lace, roma

rs from abuse don

ady for Lucas's 24th birthday party, a

couldn't escape from. And as I stared at myself in the mirror,

lightly. My roommate stepped in, eyes

ere single, I'd hit on you." She winke

ard for me to take, even

in the black velvet dress. It had a slit on the right

Nat pulled a worn-out pack of cigarettes from her bag and

and went on, "You look amazing, seriously. They're just

ggeration," I said, slipping on a pair of black heels

nk about Lucas's family. Unlike most we

uicy rumor. They would be completely anonymous-if

ght. That, and the fact that I'd chosen this party

ut on my best outfit and mentally rehearsed

to forget anything important. But the moment the driver pulled up

path leading to the house. For a second, I genuinely thought

stone path, and let me tell you, w

thump of bass-heavy mus

ors of the mansion-where a few staff members were welc

handeliers, bold and even bizarre decor. Irregular g

h everything else- subtle colors dulled by harsh lighting, yet they pulsed

by the naked honesty in the images, one depicti

every passing second. I felt out of place,

en I s