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Lucas's POV.
When I saw my friend Edgar in the cafeteria with that woman, I wanted to know who he was... because he didn’t tell me anything.
I knew he would not tell me; I knew him well.
So, I did what I do best: I go for answers, and I always get...
The next day, at a small party at a college friend’s house, I saw two women on the dance floor. They danced in a way so sexy, I met. They were beautiful and hot, with breathtaking bodies. I went to them at the same time, danced with them, and threw my charm...
Julia and Sabrina were very talkative and smiling; they also flirted, and the consequence of that? We went to bed at the same time... They wanted to fuck, and I wanted to make her moan my name.
That night was fiery, too intense—laughter, whispers in the dark, bodies entwined, all in a delirium of desire. While one sucked me, the other kissed me; while I fucked one, I went down on the other...
It was a long night, but hot, too good.
The next day, while we were having coffee, they both started talking about their writer friend, who was having an event on Sunday, which she would be attending. They showed me a photo of her... that woman was Sarah Thompson, their friend... the girl Edgar was having coffee with, so intimately...
Bingo...
Now I knew who she was.
They had a few more invitations to the event. They offered me one too if I wanted it. It would be a significant day for her.
Of course, I accepted right away.
I couldn't refuse.
We ended the night with another intense fuck, and we kept seeing each other until Saturday... I left them satisfied, exhausted from so much sex... Of course, it was just a fuck. I made it clear to them that it was nothing more than that. That I wasn't a man who dated.
On Saturday, I was pensive... I had to dress well, make a good impression, and find out who this Sarah Thompson was who had hypnotized Edgar.
Was it just because she looked like Amanda? Was that all?
Sunday came quickly. After a refreshing shower, I chose a dark shirt and tight jeans, finished with discreet sneakers, and got in my car.
I left ten minutes late—because I always take a few minutes to get my thoughts in order—but I arrived in time to see Sarah take the stage. She was beautiful, radiant in her light-colored dress, her sweet, warm voice ringing through the main hall of the event.
I felt a chill: I finally understood Edgar's fascination. Sarah shared not only Amanda's sweetness but also had an inner fire, something intense that made her unique.
When all the authors had read excerpts from their works, I joined her group of friends near the cocktail table. I met her cousin, Peter, a nice and elegant guy. Amidst laughter, I commented:
“I read Sarah's book and loved it. I don't read much, but this one was amazing. I really wanted to meet her in person,” I said to Julia, Sabrina, and Peter, who was standing next to me.
She wasn't there...
“You can tell her that, Peter; please call her over.” Her cousin nodded, said he would call her, and left the group.
I looked for her, and then I saw her... She was sitting at a table, talking to Edgar, looking happy, mesmerized by him.
Peter approached her, said something, and she said goodbye to Edgar. My eyes went to her... She approached, and then her ex-boyfriend was smarter; he approached her... from what Julia and Sabrina told me, it was her ex-boyfriend.
The guy who seemed to be in love with her...
Pietro praised the event and leaned toward her, saying that everything was perfect and that he was looking forward to the next book.
When they finished talking, Peter introduced me to Sarah.
She approached me with that welcoming smile:
“Thank you so much, Lucas. Julia and Sabrina talked about you all weekend. So it's you! Nice to meet you. Thanks for coming.”
I extended my hand and nodded:
“My pleasure, Sarah. I really loved the book.” She shook my hand lightly and let go.
Pietro peeked from afar, but soon went back to talking to the group next to him. Then I gathered my courage and suggested.
“How about a picture with everyone?”
Everyone agreed, we moved closer together, and Peter took the pictures. Everyone was smiling. After that, Julia and Sabrina leaned on me, holding my hands and whispering,
“So, Lucas, what time are we going to see each other again today?” They whispered with mischievous looks.
I tried to keep a friendly expression:
“Later, girls, wait a little while,” I joked, winking at them. “I want to talk to Sarah a little more about the book.”
They agreed and walked away, leaving space for me.
I approached Sarah, who was now talking to Pietro, her ex. He was laughing with her about something silly, looking like a fool in love. I took a deep breath and interrupted:
“Sorry to interrupt,” I said, smiling at Pietro. “But I wanted to talk to you about that part of the second book. I can't get it out of my head, seriously.”
Sarah turned completely toward me:
“Sure, Lucas. Shall we take a walk while we talk?”
I agreed, and we headed to a quieter corner of the room.
My thoughts were racing: why wasn't Edgar here with me? And why did Sarah seem so comfortable with her ex? This was weird. Because he was... the past.
As we walked, I asked:
“What inspired you to create the main character?”
“It was an unexpected encounter, I confess that... something like that happened to me, and that's what inspired me to write about her,” she said, a little embarrassed.
It was a clear reference to Edgar; I was sure it was...
Did she like him that much?