EMILY’S POV.

I stood in front of Lucas who looked every bit as handsome as he was that night. Why did he keep looking more handsome the more I saw him?

His brown hair looked tousled, and hung low on his beautiful face. He was intent on looking at me, as he talked about our night, and I was shocked at myself when I blurted out that I didn’t know him.

Why did I do that? The letter was right in my skirt pocket, so why did I lie that I didn’t know him?

My heart fought to tear out of my chest, ...