Beatrice pov
"Promise?"
"I promise." He spun me again, my dress swirling around my legs. "I'm going to do a lot more than kiss you."
Heat flooded through me, pooling low in my stomach. "Darius."
"What?" His smile was wicked. "I'm just stating my intentions."
"You're being impossible."
"I'm being honest." He pulled me closer. Close enough that I could feel his heartbeat, fast and hard against my chest. "I've been thinking about tonight for weeks. About finally having you all to myself, no interruptions. No brothers. Just us."
"Keep talking like that and I'll drag you out of here right now."
"Don't tempt me." His hand slid lower on my back, fingers pressing into my gown. "I'm barely holding on as it is."
The song ended, another began. Faster this time. Violins racing, drums poundin
