Nadia
The song ended; another began. Another, and then another. Still, we held each other close in our warm, thrumming bubble of silence, staring into each other’s eyes.
Sparks poured through my body at his touch. Even under his tight shirt, I felt goosebumps scatter along his back in the wake of my hands. His breath on my neck, my nose against his cheek, our bodies flush against one another… The heat and the magic of the night were undeniable, spooling us closer and closer together with every passing heartbeat.
Maybe it was that magic, or the way Vincent clutched me to him like he couldn’t bear to let go – after crashing this party he’d pretended to have no interest in and all but ripping me out of my dance partner’s arms, god, this man really would drive me insane one day. Or mayb
