17. Trouble Ahead

Alpha Fiama

I turned on the music system as a soft tone hit our ears. Holding his wrists I placed them on my waist and gripped his shoulders, connecting my eyes with his ones. Our lips stretched into a wider smile. We moved with the slow beats, still peering into the eyes of each other.

He pressed me against his torso, pulling me closer to him as our faces paused half an inch away from each other. My eyes wobbled at the sight of him. It felt like I could stare at him for hours or days.

He brought his face closer to mine, decreasing the gap of half an inch as I closed my eyes. Our foreheads met and our noses touch. At that moment, the sound of music also deemed. But the silky sound of his breathing was the only thing I could hear and feel. I wrapped his neck with my arms, placing my head on his shoulder. He rubbed his cheek against my hairs, tracing his hand a bit up to my back on my backless dress. I sh