Lily
“Lovely to see you too, Bellissima.”, he says with joy sparking from his eyes and sarcasm in his voice. I feel his fingers trailing down my arm to pick up my hand to dance properly. The other hand I feel going lower to end at the point just above where my dress starts. And considering that that is just above my butt it means that his hand is almost on my butt. His hold on my body while dancing is gentle but firm as if he is still afraid that I will run.
Looking at his eyes I think he is very much aware of the effect he has on me. I just hope that somewhere behind this mask he put on that he is also feeling something. “Let me go, you asshole.”, I spit out at him with narrowed eyes, but my own body doesn’t even believe I really want to. “Sorry, no can do.”, he grins and pulls me close
