I lay awake in my bed staring at the ceiling as the sleep evaded me, I was busy rethinking, reliving the memory of his hands on my waist, as his lips brushed my neck. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I hid my face in the pillows groaning. That is not what I should be thinking about. I should not have let him talk me into dancing with him. But he already took my hand in his and was dragging me towards the dance floor as Leo was busy handling Diana.
We were in the middle of the dance floor, a hand on my waist that was trying to go down which I stopped with a glare. A pretty but arrogant smile on his face. As we moved in perfect harmony on the dance floor, our bodies swayed to the beat of the music, his piercing blue eyes staring into mine, he pulled me close as I felt a shiver run through my body at his touch.
