“The mere idea of witnessing you gracefully moving in the embrace of another gentleman is something that I find utterly unbearable and distressing.” As we stood there, enveloped in the quietness of the moment, he leaned in closer and closer until his lips were just inches away from my ear. With his fingers laced tightly with mine, he gently lifted my chin, his touch both tender and commanding. And then, in a hushed tone that sent shivers down my spine, he whispered something that I could barely make out, but that I knew was meant only for me.
“Why?” I asked a question or requested information. “As I ponder upon the possibility of your heart beginning to flutter, I can’t help but wonder if the mere thought of my presence is enough to evoke such a reaction within you.” With a playful glint
