I’d never stood this close to Theo before.
Theo slung my arms around his neck, then put his hands on my hips, and began to move. Some, driven by the sultry tones of the song and the singer’s smoky voice, were grinding their hips together, thighs intertwined. Theo took my hand in his and led me to the small dance floor, where a dozen other couples were swaying to the music. It wasn’t a request, and my traitorous body was already rising to its feet before I could think. It dialed into my already aching body, filling me with a need to be touched.Ī shadow fell over me, and I looked up to see Theo standing, his hand outstretched. But the damn music was bluesy, sexy… A slow burn of want and longing.
I concentrated on the music, pretending to listen and resolutely not looking at Theo. Amazon Universal: myBook.to/EmmaScottAllIn
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