Denera
Even in my dizzy state, I finally managed to pay attention to his face. Although he had a mask on, it covered only half of his facial structure, leaving his lips and the left side of his jawline exposed.
It reminded me of the musical, Phantom of the Opera. Maybe it was just the drink talking but I was heavily attracted to him like that for some reason.
“You look kissable,” I smiled cheerfully, placing my palm on his chest as I stared into his dark eyes. For a moment I saw his gaze soften but it was only for a while and then I saw it turn to something like a glare once again.
“Your dress is beginning to reveal a lot,” he pointed out, pushing me back a bit.
Was I getting to him?
He was sounding like one of those male leads from the dark romance novels I read. The few times
