As the reality of her words sank in, a flood of pink crept onto Prudence's cheeks. She nervously bit the inside of her cheek, watching Vincent's smile widen mischievously. The faint scent of his cologne filled her senses, adding to her already flustered state. She felt a tingling sensation wherever his gaze lingered, igniting a fire deep within her.
"You speak as if I can freely ask to touch you and my wish shall be granted," Vincent remarked, pulling her up to stand on the air with him. Leaning closer, he whispered teasingly in her ear, "If I ask, shall I receive?"
Prudence turned to him, their faces inches apart. Her lips parted slightly as their gazes locked. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, stirring a desire she couldn't ignore. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, the rhythm of his breath matching her own.
