Violet she can voice some opinions, "and you're Luke Price. The stoically aloof and somewhat intense man-who**/football player who dorms it up with Kayden Owens." She stops in front of a battered up Cadillac. "Yeah, we know each other. So what?" Luke sometimes his mouth gets the better of him, "God, you're so beautiful..." I breathe against her neck as my hand reaches her upper thigh. "We should go back into one of the rooms..." Preston he's a di** I didn't like him at all, I hope he dies, "I'm acting like someone who just took some E and wants to get laid." His hand drifts for me again and he grabs my hip. "Come on, Violet, let me eff the sh** out of you. You won't have to feel a thing. I promise." Luke and Violet are like water and oil, but at the same time they fit perfectly together and Luke I love his reactions to Violet, "he rubs his hand over his cropped brown hair, his arm muscles rippling. "You're driving me effing crazy."
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