JOANNA.Luther jerked back, pushing the woman off him in a swift, sharp motion.But she only laughed lightly, breathless from the kiss, her hands still grazing his chest as she looked up at him with a bright glint in her eyes.“Luther! Te he extrañado tanto! (I have missed you!)” she cried out, her voice thick with emotion.I froze where I stood, every limb locking in place as my heart slammed into my ribs.She knew his name. Who the heck was she and would she just start kissing him that way! And her language? Could it be Spanish? Luther’s jaw tightened. “Camila… ¿qué haces aquí?( What are you doing here?)” His voice was a mix of confusion and uncertainty. It is probably Spanish, my chest tightened, could it be a woman he had some kind of history with? Geez, he dated women? Why did I feel so sad at that.I stared at them—at her hand still on his shirt. Camila smiled wider now, switching to English but letting her accent slip through every syllable like silk. “I came looking for you
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