—Mabel—
A dance.
I told myself it would only be a dance as Alec Rivera led me to the dance floor.
But the moment his hand slid around my waist and our fingers interlaced, a maddening sensation coursed through me.
I closed my eyes just for a second and allowed myself to melt into the moment.
“Thank you,” he said.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For granting me the honor of a dance.”
“You're welcome.”
The music softened into something slow and dreamy, like it was conspiring to pull us closer.
His hand slid lower down my back, then held me steady. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
He chuckled.
“What's funny?” I asked, eyeing him.
He shook his head. “You look beautiful when you fight nature. However, fighting only makes it worse.”
