Chapter 103
- “That dress was made for you,” he said, his voice dangerously low and husky.
- A flush rose to my cheeks as he approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached out and gently adjusted the strap of my dress, and his cool fingers brushed my shoulders, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
- He smelled like soap and aftershave, and I wanted to bury my face in his neck.