He's the cliché billionaire; women, money, cruel, minus his mania for perfection.
She's the cliché innocent; oblivious, small, sweet, minus her being the epitome of disorder.
It's been stated time and time again, ❝ Opposites Attract. ❞
In this case, perhaps that's true.
"You're tense.." He murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. Dancing like this, with him and so many people watching was making me anxious.
"I'm making this awkward, I don't dance.." I whispered, keeping my head down and feeling the strands of my hair brush against my forehead.
The hand that was on my waist was now brushing against my spine. "Neither do I.."