He dipped down, slipping his hand around my waist and breathing into my neck. “Emmy…” Heat covered my body, hearing him say it just like he’d said it when I straddled him in the theater. “Please,” I begged, throwing off his hand, “just…go back to your table.” I looked over to their regular seats, seeing Damon watching us while pretty girls loitered around. “Lots there to keep your attention.” “That’s not what I want,” he taunted, squeezing my waist again.
