Edric's eyes devoured her as she stepped out her dress and momentarily moved away from her. Her beauty, he thought, never failed to amaze him; his gaze still stuck to her bare calves and the soft skin of her shoulders without question, sending his brain into a haze. That, combined with the feelings of longing that defined his evening, made his desire all the more intense. He took her hands without question when she held them out (more because he wanted to touch her than anything), and stood up with a teasing noise of reluctance.
"I did," he said, placing her hands on his shoulders before encircling her waist with his arms. "I somehow ended up at the same table with her and the owner of the hotel." That was the second time I met her that evening, though, he wanted to add, but bit his lip at the last second. She'd told him she wanted to attend the ball only because her friend had invited her, along with comments about the ridiculous premise; still, Febby was a woman, and most women didn't want didn't want to make themselves sound silly in front of their beaus. There was no telling if she took the prospect of a matchmaking seer seriously.
"I did," he said, placing her hands on his shoulders before encircling her waist with his arms. "I somehow ended up at the same table with her and the owner of the hotel." That was the second time I met her that evening, though, he wanted to add, but bit his lip at the last second. She'd told him she wanted to attend the ball only because her friend had invited her, along with comments about the ridiculous premise; still, Febby was a woman, and most women didn't want didn't want to make themselves sound silly in front of their beaus. There was no telling if she took the prospect of a matchmaking seer seriously.
— set by MJ! —