5
Dasia
I followed along behind Pia and Shaun toward the smoking grills, having to quickly side step two little brats racing past at break-neck speed, their laughter and squeals quickly disappearing as we neared the Bose speakers.
My neck tingled, and I couldn’t help myself. I glanced over my shoulder to find Devil still standing where I’d left him, his lips twitching upward.
Caught gawking yet again, but I couldn’t help myself. He’d kept his distance while talking to me even though his eyes spoke volumes. The devil himself danced in the darkness of his twinkling eyes, but heat lingered beyond. As a stripper, I’d seen my fair share of l**t, but he didn’t skeeve me out one bit.
Quite the opposite.
Panties a soaked mess and my pulse still thrumming, I turned away, my eyes still burning
