He moved his hands, slid them down her throat, and then spread them out across her exposed shoulders. After this, he moved his hands again. It was difficult for her to take a breath because of the tender way in which his strong hands caressed her. Something about the way he did it made her feel constricted. When he walked back and put his palms around her neck, they warmed her flesh and accelerated the rate at which her heart was beating.
"Every time I saw you smiling at a dancing partner, I wished it had been me that you were beaming at," she said to you. "I wish it had been me that you were smiling at." No one else. Do you have any concept how stunningly attractive you now are at this very moment?
It seems inconceivable that he could be serious about this!
It was impossible for her
