"Want to know how I felt with the thought of another man's touching what's mine?" His finger edge deeper inside of me, tears dripping down my face, light sobs echo throughout the room.
"I was envious." My fingernails dug into his skin, sobbing agai...
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Roman Sokolov Seattle, Washington. . . .
Pink had always been my favorite whenever she wore it.
It fitted her tone skin perfectly, but god when I saw the silver material of the dress I knew she would look like a goddess.
Warmth pooled in my chest as Dawn looped her arm with mine, her scent nearly consuming me. A string of lights pours into our vision, taking in the decor my mother choose for this year's annual ball.
Projections of star life dance across the ceiling, giving the illusion of the starlight theme my mother assumed would be a great choice. Black-cold servers circled the hall with champagne, a stage in the middle of the room, and the auction pieces waiting behind the drapes to raise enough money for some kind of cost.
Everyone else paid ten thousand dollars just for a seat. If my mother wasn't the host I wouldn't even be showing my face tonight.
"This is lovely," Dawn breathed, her attention rested on the stars on the ceiling.
The first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise, she was a goddess shaped by the gods themselves.
"It is." I didn't turn my gaze to the ceiling, nor did I meet the countless stares the guest sent our way.
I don't come to these events and when I do, I don't have a woman on my arm. The city was already filled with a heavy buzz of turn of events finding the scandal between her deadbeat of a sister and her asshole of an ex.
The moment Dawn had stepped out wearing that damn dress, every thought I had about her returned to the surface. A flame lit in my chest, I tried to ignore the hold she had on me for years but still, I was obsessed.
Years of throwing myself into work to forget her. No matter what I did, she always drew me back- her touch, smell, smile. Knowing she kept that damn bunny, I had to fight the smile tugging on my lips.
Dawn's gaze slid over to mine. A gasp parted her lips as her eyes scan my face, and the urge to claim her lips just as I did all those years ago in the confession booth.
The tension pulled between us like a rope and we played tugger war with it for years. We share a gaze for a moment before Dawn turns her gaze elsewhere a hint of a blush creeping up her cheeks.
"You never told me what was being held up for auction tonight," her voice felt like silk across my body.
"Art." my mouth tipped up, when her eyes widen, her grip on her clutch loosened.
"Art? I'd never taken you for an art lover," playfulness coaxed her words, I wasn't but she was and to me, she was a work of art. I suppose I might then be an art lover.
"Don't hold your breath darling, art isn't the only thing being auction tonight," her brows shot up, curiosity dancing behind her green eyes.
Her face glowed, "What else? puppies, cats. Oh, golden retrievers I know how much of a fan you are of them,"
