The Black Tangled Heart
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The space was small and claustrophobic as Camilas back pressed against the cold brick wall. Her heart thumped hard below her rib cage as a hard chest kept her in place, large hands gripping her hips and warm breath with a hint of alcohol fanning over her face
Looking up at the much taller, larger figure she recognised the golden eyes immediately as belonging to her admirer on the dance floor.
The two stood in silence for what could have been 30 seconds or 30 minutes before the man breathed in deeply through his nose and then pulled her hips hard into his own
"You look like you want some attention tonight"
His voice was far softer than she had imagined it would be and that just made her insides tremble more, it was as though when he spoke he poured warm honey on her that dripped down into every part of her being
"Well it look's as though I already have your attention" she sassed, pushing her hips against his and cocking an eyebrow at the solid bulge already evident in his jeans
"You had my attention from the second you walked in" he admitted easily "Now the question is, do I have yours... Camila"
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