Zavier opened the door to the limo for his fiancée and helped her in. As much as he appreciated how beautiful she looked when she was all dressed up, it made him antsy.
He couldn't touch her as freely as he would have liked to because he didn't want to ruin her look, so he was stuck with just looking and admiring how fetching she looked but being unable to do a single thing about it.
That would only last for the period before and during the party, after they were done, all bets were off.
Shaira could sense Zavier's eyes on her and she smiled inwardly, proud at being able to hold his gaze.
The car ride went smoothly, the limo slowing down their only indication that they had arrived at their location.
Zavier helped her out again and Shaira looked around to get a good look at Malcolm's
