Chapter 6

My ears perked up at the sound of someone opening my door slowly.

"Psst!" Luna. 

I threw off the sheets shielding my party dress, and rolled over to the other end of the bed quietly, landing on my feet just as quiet. 

The night was pitch black and relatively quiet. Perfect for sneaking out.

Luna made her way towards me, her heels dangling from her fingers. 

She whistled lowly. "I said hot, not boxer-dropping. . .or tightening."

I snorted, smoothening my hand down the sheath dress I'd altered so that scarce faux feathers lined the bust, and dipped: following the dangerously low neckline. 'You can never be overdressed or underdressed wearing a little black dress--K. L.' I took in Luna. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Luna twirled, showcasing a tube top and jean shorts that barely cleared her ass. When she came to a stop, she said urgently, "Yeah, now come on. Jerry's been waiting his ass out down the drive."

I didn't bot