𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
His grip tightened on the back of my waist, the lights spinning around my eyes wildly as our feet moved in union around the ballroom. There was noise and music and laughter and people... but I only saw him, only felt his hot hands leaving a trail of fire over my body. His green eyes clung to mine with fervent need, searching for something deep inside me that stirred my stomach into giddy knots.
I had never wanted anything more before in my whole life. I wanted him, badly.
He leaned down closer to me as the music heightened, his lips brushing against my ear and warm breath sending delicate chills down my spine,
"Meet me in the room at midnight, " he said in no more than a whisper "Then we can be alone."'
I nodded as the music stopped, and he pulled away from me. He took my hand in his, his smoldering eyes meeting mine as he planted a kiss on my white glove, waiting for an answer. There was calculated desperation in them, an animal instinct bubbling to the surface. The look of a hunter, about to make a kill.
I nodded, and sealed my fate.
#3 IN JFK (April 2019) #63 IN HISTORICAL FICTION (June 2019)
This story and the events depicted in it are entirely fictional.