Isabelle held her breath as Lucifer’s hand curved around her waist for the first time that night and for once, she tuned out everyone in the room. Everyone blurred out and now the focus was on the handsome devil standing right in front of her. She drank his appearance in and she gulped at the way he twirled her body around. Soft music was blaring from the speakers and now the drunk occupants were finding partners and grinding against each other waiting for everything to go on well. She tried hard to pretend that Lucifer's hands weren’t branding holes through the open skin around her waist and for weird reasons...