ht staring at her. Now

told me bluntly, her voice was

, staring down at her caramel-swirl eyes,

h. "Don't be. My name's Danielle. Yours?"

m my racing heart. "Nolan," I s

et closer to me. Her breath was warm against my e

elt my face heat up even more. I cou

er and picked up a cup of champagne, her dress riding up slightly, and I caught the glimpse of a tattoo starting to pe

elf mentally.

say, my voice coming out hoarse, li

sipping it slowly. "You're very sexy," she said, her v

lf. "W-what?" I stammered, feeling a rush of heat flood my face. I could barely

to me, her perfume intoxicating. She smirked, her eyes glinting wit

line of my shirt. The touch was light, almost teasing. "I love a good boy," sh

on fire. "P-people are staring," I mumbled, trying t

in, but not far enough to create any real distance. "Maybe we should go somewhere no one can

led for a response, any kind of excuse that might make me sound less like an idiot, but she was so forward, so confident, and I was left i

dreami

confident woman ac

e

I should pinch myself to wake up or just go along with it. My thoughts

reserved, someone who wouldn't make me feel like I was on the edge of some wild,

se... with me...

ng my parents like that, could I? My mind filled with images of how

retfully stepping back. "It'd be rude." I mumbled, as if that made any sense. My head was spinn

wing her perfect white teeth. A flash of metal gleamed bet

that

ue pie

.

just seen, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that she

sm. "Maybe I deserve a spanking," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. She winked,

my brain a jumbled mess of confusion and desire. This girl-Danielle-was so forward, so bol

e someone like her. She was too... daring, too wild. I needed someone who shared my values,

this pushing me toward the edge

No

ing my thoughts. But every time I looked at her, my mind went blank, and I

e in my head whispered, but it sounded too far

deny the thrill that raced through me every time Danielle spoke to me