I swallowed, then slowly moved. My mind told me I needed to put distance between us, but there was something about his scent, about the way his hand was wrapped around me, about the heat his body gave mine that just made it impossible. So, like a fool, I brought my hand to slowly hold on to his shoulder, me nails digging into the casual V neck cardigan he was wearing, my eyes closing as I leaned further into him. My face lightly buried in the crook of his neck, and my lips parted, my chest heaving. It felt intoxicating, addicting, like something I would want to wake up every morning hungover from.
I swallowed hard, my nose lightly brushing his neck, my chest heaving.
"You..."
He didn't move, but his hand tightened around my waist, and I felt almost ecstatic for my choice of a dress. The
