CHAPTER FOURTEEN – SIGNS OF TRUE LOVE?

The pulsing techno faded, replaced by a smoother, more sensual melody. Kayla and Lance found themselves swaying together, her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, his resting possessively on her waist. The heat of his body pressed against hers, a potent mix of alcohol and arousal. For a moment, the game faded away. This wasn't a performance for his friends; it was just them, two bodies moving in sync under the disco ball's hypnotic glare. Lance leaned in, his breath warm in her ear. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Then, with a swift movement, he pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a searing kiss. Kayla's breath hitched. The kiss was hungry, desperate, a collision of unspoken emotions. It tasted of whiskey and something deeper, something primal. She surrendered to it, her anger momentarily forgotten, replaced by a burning need. When they finally broke apart, both breathless and flushed, Lance's eyes held a possessiveness that sent a shiv