❝ tame ? ❞ she emits a hushed a laugh. ( he obviously hadn’t seen what she saw in gloria’s room ! ) there’s a stale after taste of beer on her tongue as she attempts to focus her eyes on him. as naive as she is, imogen can’t deny the peculiar feeling in her gut about him. her right hand unconsciously slides inside her purse as she feels for the reassurance of a can of pepper spray. though, she was known for giving everyone the benefit of the doubt so with a gentle smile, she stands her ground, ❝ c’mon then, walk me home. ❞
the smile lingers on his face, but luke can feel the heat of annoyance prickling at the back of his neck. if her idea of wild was the party she just came from, then CLEARLY she needs to learn how to have a little fun. ❝ you’re going home? but the night is still y o u n g. ❞ but he takes the invitation to move closer as eyes flutter to her purse where her hand has disappeared into. what does she have in there, a gun? doubtful. it’s probably something annoying, like pepper spray. nothing he can’t handle. any trace of anger is gone from his face when luke catches her gaze again. ❝ any chance i can convince you to stay out just a little longer? ❞