Melia’s Point of View
I place my hand in his and he pulls me up effortlessly.
As soon as we step onto the dance floor, and he pulls me to him, I feel it.
The tension that has been building all day between us intensifies with how close he is to me and my breath catches in my throat.
His hand settles at my waist with mine resting on his shoulder.
He is too close for my sanity and yet not close enough.
We dance in silence but both of us keep steeling glances at the other.
“You are staring at me again.”
I murmur, glancing up at him.
“I am allowed too. You are my wife.”
He says with a charming smirks and I smile at him. My eyes wander over his face and my heart skips a beat as his attractiveness dawns on me again. I see a small frown on his face and my hand instinctively moves up, m
