Tiana's POV

The theater was almost empty, as only just a few scattered silhouettes in the darkness for the midnight horror screening remained. Lucas had picked the very last row on purpose, the one that was positioned against the back wall where the light from the screen barely touched us. I sat beside him in my short black skirt and thin silk top, already feeling the nervous heat building low in my belly before the lights even went down.

The moment the theater plunged into darkness and the opening scenes began to flicker across the big screen, Lucas placed his hand on my bare thigh. His touch was warm, confident,...