"Is this a formal dinner?" Emma asked, looking at the magnificent building that stood before her oozing opulence.
"No," Kevin looked at her, and suddenly the seemingly enormous space felt intimate as their eyes met. "Just the two of us," He whispered and slid his warm hand down the small of her back.
Emma's breath hitched as Kevin's touch ignited something strange within her. His touch felt different. More passionate, yet warm. Possessive but gentle.
As they walked inside, her eyes took in the luxurious surroundings. Crystal chandeliers glowed from above, intricate carpets adorned the floor, and opulent furniture filled every corner. The high-end hotel was draped in a soft, dim light, illuminating a table for two next to a huge glass window. The dinner table was spread with a white cloth and the cutlery was a silver alloy. Two wine glasses were placed in the middle of the table right next to the candle.
And as he said, there wasn't another soul in sight. It's just the two of them.
