Lilian’s POV
As we danced, the lull of the music, Daxton’s cologne and the soft sway of our bodies soothed me and before I knew it, my head was resting on the bad boy’s shoulder. As I realised how intimate it looked, daxton’s cheek pressed against my hair, his arm tightening ever so slightly around my waist.
Instead of pulling away, I found myself sinking deeper into his embrace and we moved to the music for what felt like forever.
Finally my feet would take no more, heels are great for sexy looking legs, but are a product of the devil when it comes to dancing for any length of time. Reluctantly, I pull away and offer my need for a drink as a reason to leave th dance floor.
I’m surprised when the player entwines our fingers, leading me through the crowd to the bar where I’m handed anot
