After a few minutes of driving, the car arrives at the venue. I grab Beau’s outstretched hand and step out. The thought to refuse his help occurred to me but I changed my mind. Beau puts his hand on my exposed back and walks us to the hotel entrance.
“Your skin feels so smooth, my love,” he whispers.
I roll my eyes at him. “Your hand is supposed to be on my waist, not my upper back.”
“I know, but I want to feel your skin under my fingertips.” He caresses my spine. A shiver passes through my body as my gaze locks with his. Those gray eyes light up, and I try my best to ignore the feeling of his hand on my skin. I roll my eyes at him once again in an attempt to show him he doesn’t affect me.
Once inside, Beau and I walk around and thank people for coming. A few minutes later, I excuse my
