The Wicked Games we play for love
“Gosh, this is so much better. That music is just too loud.”
Calian turns to her, studying her face intensely. “So go on, tell me then. Who are you, really?”
“I told you, I’m Poppy.”
“I mean, who are you to him?” he says, a slight frown tugging at his brows.
“A five-second conversation. Now… where are you taking me? Your place?”
He huffs a short laugh. He lifts a hand, his fingers reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair blowing across her face.