SAMANTHA’S POV

What followed after our tryst was something I didn't know I needed– cuddling, forehead kisses, dinner in the balcony of his room, more cuddling.

"We should go to bed now," Lucas tugged a loose strand behind my hair and placed a light kiss on my forehead. The night sky was aglow with stars that twinkled like little diamonds embedded in a black velvet.

I shrugged and wrapped my arms around him, "Five more minutes," I said, closing my eyes.

He laughed softly, "Ten or even twenty…your wish is my command," his exotic voice filled the holes that'd been empty in my heart without my permission.

I don't want this to end.

The next day, rays of sunlight serenaded my face warmly. I pulled the comforter over my face, the events of yesterday still had full control over my throbbing clit– every part of me wanted him, for once my heart and body knew the right thing to do.

Who would have known? Who would have imagined that two people who couldn't stand each other because of the circumstances surround