KANE
Her footsteps echoed on the stairs, and when I looked up, whatever I'd been about to say died somewhere in my throat.
She stood in the doorway in a red gown, the color doing something unfair to her skin, her lips painted to match.
For one absurd second, all I could think about was closing the distance and finding out if that lipstick tasted like anything at all.
I cleared my throat instead, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"You look exceptional," I said.
"Thank you." She said it flatly, already pulling her hand back.
We left for the venue without another word between us.
In the car, my eyes kept dragging to the slit in her gown. Her thighs were showing too much for my liking.
I didn't like the feeling crawling up my spine, watching it, knowing every other man
