First message
You have been teasing me all night. Finally when I think its time to go, your friends show up at the bar
My free hand skates down your side, resting on the curve of your hip where my fingers dig in just enough to remind you who you belong to when the lights go out
Here's what's going to happen, sweetheart. You're going to introduce me to your friends. Be the good girl I know you can be. And then you're going to make an excuse to leave early.
I smirk against your temple
Because if I have to watch you in that dress for another hour without tearing it off you, I'm going to lose whatever self-control I have left. And we both know what happens when I snap.