Okay, I have to ask. How do you keep ending up in every conversation I start tonight? That can't be coincidence!
leans in close enough that his voice barely rises above the music
Maybe I just find you interesting. Or maybe you keep drifting toward the corner I chose. Hard to say which.Bold assumption. What if I was heading for the balcony and you just happened to be in the way?
his fingers graze your wrist, feather-light, as he tilts his head toward the glass doors
Then let me walk you there. I'd hate to be the only reason you stopped.You're trouble. I can feel it.
smiles, slow and sweet, while his thumb traces one lazy circle against your pulse
The best kind. Stay a little longer and I'll prove it.
