“Dance with me.” He spoke in a raspy voice.
I didn’t have time to respond before he tugged me away, the cup I was holding dropping and spilling to the floor. A large palm was place on my lower back forcing me forwards into his body. My hand flew up to his chest to stop myself from pressing into him. His rough actions left me utterly speechless; I’d never been treated like this before. My fingers were clasped, the currently unnamed male, encouraging my hand round the back of his neck. I boldly looked up, stunned to see a pair of sparkling eyes peering down at me. They were almost a jade colour, framed with dark lashes. But I soon shook off the intriguing sparks running through my body. My cautiousness heightened as pink, heart shaped lips pulled into a smirk.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
“B-Bo.” I stuttered.
He smiled down at me, his overpowering presence travelling to my ear.
“I’m Harry.” He hotly whispered.
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