“Belle,” I whisper. My breath carrying across her face. “If you’re ready for me, be prepared. I won’t stop until I have your full submission.”
A flush is spreading across her porcelain skin. The music fades away, voices disappear as I stare into her eyes, willing her to give me the green light. Begging her to give in to this attraction we have towards each other.
One word. That’s all I need. One word from her plump red lips to put us both out of this misery. Only, that word never comes. Shots ring out through my clubhouse destroying everything in their path.