Arms enveloping me, their warmth contrasting the cold prickle of their cold lips gliding across my neck. I squealed, struggling, the stubble of his chin scraping my skin. His laughter was deep, sweet and contagious making my head fall back against his shoulder. “Look at you. All dressed up,” he whispered, nipping my ear, that ticklish sensation shifting to something else as goosebumps rushed down my neck. “You look very pretty,” he whispered.
Heat rushed to my face, hand slipping over his arm, his sleeves catching my attention. Turning to size him up, I took in his sheepish smile, the way he raked his hand through his red hair, shifting kind of uncomfortably as I took in his fresh suit, pressed and maybe not properly fitted but close enough. “Well, look at you,” I said, giving
