the way his fingers are currently trailing up the exposed skin of my thigh through the slit in my dress, dancing along my heated flesh until my nipples tighten. My heart is racing as I look over at him, expecting his gaze to be on my parents, the party, his food. Anywhere but… me. His eyes are on me. The dark flare of hunger burning in the depths takes me by surprise and sends my pulse skittering, making me breathless.
