“Let’s get out of here,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “I need some fresh air.”
Benedict, his gaze fixed on her, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and concern, nodded in agreement. “Good idea,” he said. “I’m not exactly a fan of this kind of scene either.”
They walked out of the club, the cool night air a welcome relief. The parking lot, bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights, offered a moment of respite from the cacophony of the club. Ariadna, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, took a deep breath, savoring the silence, the stillness.
“You look… stunning,” Benedict said, his voice a low murmur, his gaze lingering on her, his eyes tracing the contours of her dress, the way it clung to her curves, the way it shimmered under the moonlight.
Ariadna, her heart pound
