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Silent anticipation, soft marks of anticipation.
Fingers clenching with the need to touch, to
stroke
.
It was simple yet so elegant. Cerulean blue dress paired with elegant jewelry.
Made him want to touch. To stroke. To devour .
Each second seemed like forever, so long yet so short.
Every time she moved, he longed to stop time.
To be the only one admiring how she moved on the dance floor.
To be the only one dancing with her.
He didn’t trust himself to be a gentleman, not tonight. Not at this gala, the first they ever attended together.
The minute it was over, the last hand shaken, the last fake grin, he was ready to go.
Sly brown eyes met his hazel eyes, red lips curved in a secret smile once they were finally home.
“I only wore this dress so you could take it off,” Samira drawled, pulling one strap off her shoulder.
Jack watched, dumbfounded as the second strap fell down.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Fuck yeah.”