I placed my glass on the table and slipped my hand into his, feeling a rush of butterflies in my stomach as he pulled me up.
The stares of the other guests burned into my back as we walked toward the dance floor, but for once, I didn’t care. Right now, it was just me and Dante.
When we reached the dance floor, he wasted no time sliding his hands to my waist. His touch sent a shiver through me, and I couldn’t meet his gaze. His eyes were burning into me, stripping me bare with every look. Instead, I settled for wrapping my arms around his shoulders, letting him lead as we moved together to the music.
Without warning, he slid his hands around my waist, and holy hell, my insides were doing somersaults. Those piercing blue eyes of his seemed to strip me bare, and I couldn’t even meet his ga
