Temptation

4

"Uh hello, I'm Abella Fernsby. Nice to meet you," she bowed down to greet me.

Should I do the same to her? Well well.

"My lady, it's a pleasure to have such an unusual acquaintance with you," I ended the formalities with a kiss on her fingers, "would you like to dance with me?"

I could see her eyes flutter at my words. Her chest rose and dropped as if my sight were to take away her breath. She smiled gently, piercing her eyes into mine.

"I'd-- I'd love to," she stuttered. Her cheeks flushed with blood quite soon.

Beautiful.

My lips grew into a smirk following her response.

...

She placed her hand on my right shoulder and locked her fingers into mine. My hand was on the grip of her waist. Our eyes were fixed to each other's. We began our first move to the dance.

How perfectly she makes every move. Her breath so sweet and romantic. It attracts me.

"Is this your first dance?" She asked, pursing her lips to hide a slight smile.

"Yes, ma'am. Yours?" I asked back.

She nodded, looking down shyly.

I caressed her cheeks gently.

Her face feels like a perfectly baked bun. The texture of her skin is just so smooth and moist. My dad used to bake buns like that during the holidays.

"Can I ask you a question?" Abella looked up at me. This time, with raging confidence in her eyes.

"Anything, my lady," I purred.

"What kind of girls are your type?" she asked.

A beam grew on my lips.

"Don't worry, you're perfectly what I ever wanted," I answered with a shy smile.

"I think I'm already aware of it. I want you to describe your type," she assertively spoke.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm not so good at describing a person, but of course, a nice and soft-hearted person, with heart-warming visuals, and a voice as sweet as honey," I described without even thinking for a second, "just like you."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, sir," she started speaking.

"Yes?"

"Your eyes tell me you're much of a hunter."