Emily's POV

“Shoot!” Lucas groaned, “We should've picked something up for you.”

“Yeah.” I said, lacking more words.

“I think my jacket will suffice.” He tugged at his beard, ruminating on his idea.

“I'm quite dirty.” I shied off.

“So am I.”Lucas replied to me, winking.

“Not that kind please.” I shut him down.

“Take this.” He took it off, and forced it on me.

Beneath his jacket, was a snow-white, tight fitting shirt.

I could see the strand of his muscles through it, and his neck tattoo peeking from the collar.

Lucas stretched his hand, and took mine as we walked in.

We were given VIP passes, for obvious...