The car was silent for the first few minutes of the drive, and Matthew slowly leaned to me, his hand resting on my thigh.
"You look good," he whispered in my ear. His hand moved downwards a bit, his index and thumb lightly caressing the hem of my skirt. "I love the pink."
I swallowed. Nikolai was focused on the mirror, and I had hoped to catch his eyes in the rear view mirror.
"I should have worn red," I said, keeping my eyes fixed in the mirror. I waited for the reaction, my fingers lightly clenching. There was none for a few seconds before Nikolai's eyes slowly lifted to the mirror.
His eyes met mine, and they thinned, humour filling them. Slowly, he turned away, keeping me on the edge, needing more. Praying for more.
I swallowed as Matthew leaned to me, then let his lips brush my
