617: LOVE THE HURT

ARIEL'S POV I turned to see Luke smiling at me and clapping. He had pecked my cheek just now. This man was really getting on my nerves. He had kissed me earlier, and I refused to answer him, but now he was doing too much. "What was that for?" I asked him in a fierce tone, and I didn't take my eyes off his goddamn ravishing face. "What?" He asked in return like he didn't know what he did. "Don't try to play dumb here. You know what I'm talking about; you know what you did," I told him. "Ariel, you have to calm down, alright? It's no big deal." I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "Whatever." Troy's father, who had been standing nearby, cleared his throat, drawing our attention. "Excuse me, folks," he said, his voice booming over the murmurs of the crowd. "I hate to interrupt the riveting conversation, but it's time for the dancing to begin." Luke set his eyes on me, stretching his arms. "Care to dance?" "Why would I do that?" I asked promptly, giving him a displeasing face. "Because