"Nice dress by the way," he hums, reaching for my hand. "But I told you to wear red." I swallow as his fingers lace through mine. What is he doing? "I am wearing red," I whisper, attempting to gather my wit. I'm not going to suffer alone. "You just can't see it." His gaze darts to the part of my body that's screaming to be touched, to be ravaged. "Fuck…” He tightens his grip around my fingers, his eye full of restraint. "Kiara..."
