His hips push against me and for the first time tonight, I meet his stare. My lips part at how softly he’s looking at me, like he wasn’t just eye-fucking me a second ago. It brings a chill to my skin, and I shiver against his chest. If there wasn’t a familiar hardness pressing against my stomach, I would have assumed that I imagined the past few minutes. “Maybe we don’t have to go to this wedding after all.” His words are gruff, raspy and thick with need. My eyes widen briefly before I smile, cheeks stained pink.
