Emma Pov
Matthew's hand fitting snugly on my back sends shivers down my spine. As our bodies draw closer, swaying slowly across the dance floor, I feel exactly as he said I would.
Floating. My eyes fixate on Matthew's, he looks stunning tonight. The temptation to kiss him more than once during our dance is strong, and I'm even more tempted to caress his face, feeling the roughness of his beard.
"But you look handsome too, birthday boy," I say humorously, and Matthew squints playfully in my direction.
"Are you complimenting me, Emma? That's amazing. Only on my birthday does this happen," Matthew jokes in a way that makes me laugh, and I shake my head.
"I can admit when there's something to admit, Matt. And indeed, it's because it's your birthday... don't think this will be routine," I
