"Oh. Am I interrupting something?"
Silence.
Hugo's heart sank. Not now. Please, not now.
He leaned back with a miserable grumble. "Why does life hate me…"
But life didn't just hate him. It despised him.
Because the moment the door swung open, Luna strolled in like she owned the place.
Hugo's brain short circuited. Her short, curly hair framed her stunning face perfectly, her features like a masterpiece sculpted with way too much attention to detail.
And those legs—long, toned, and leading up to hips that could make saints question their vows.
His teeth clenched. 'God, you're infuriating, Luna. A demon in tight sweatpants. An evil goddess sent to ruin my day with your stupidly perfect body. Your face alone could bankrupt a kingdom… but do you really need to wear a top so low that my soul almost leaves my body?!'