Chapter 32: Good Girl

We were in Austin's basement. Heat and pool water in the grotto had made us wet. Luke stood at the base of the staircase. I was a few steps above, my arms extended against the banisters. His hands were on my body, as he traced his fingers down my side. I felt his finger hook onto my bra, tempting me, before he let go. His touch sent waves of desire pulsing through me. I restrained from ripping his shirt. His eyes had me hypnotized. And I was weak to his touch. I craved it. His finger trickled down to the side of my skirt. He pushed it up and rested his hand on my outer thigh. He lowered his lips towards mine. Champagne showers sprayed over us. I gasped, wiping it out of my eyes. Bianca was standing in her bikini with a champagne gun in her arms. "Open your mouths!" she giggled, spraying us with more alcohol. Luke stepped up the stairs to my level, his back shielding me from the champagne. "Let's go," he said, his hands on