He could feel the heat all over his body, though her comment helped dispel some of the tension. He bit down on his swollen (and probably already-red) lip so hard he imagined he'd be tasting the blood any minute now in an attempt to quiet the cackling laughter that escaped his throat—and luckily it had managed to muffle the volume.
Letting out a breath, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"It doesn't, actually. Not really," he teased, his hands possessively moving to her waist. He made a pointed effort to make sure his lower half didn't touch hers, as he was fairly sure that would lead to embarrassment or questions he wasn't ready to face. "All this proved—" He tauntingly nudged her nose with his. "—is that I'm the winner of tonight." He'd managed to silence her, throw her off guard, and take her breath away.
Letting out a breath, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"It doesn't, actually. Not really," he teased, his hands possessively moving to her waist. He made a pointed effort to make sure his lower half didn't touch hers, as he was fairly sure that would lead to embarrassment or questions he wasn't ready to face. "All this proved—" He tauntingly nudged her nose with his. "—is that I'm the winner of tonight." He'd managed to silence her, throw her off guard, and take her breath away.
— set by MJ! —