CHAPTER EIGHT

"Sophia," he whispers against my lips, pulling back an inch to meet my eyes, reading them for a moment before that gorgeous smile graces his mouth and he leans his forehead against mine.

I let go of his shirt and wrap my hands around the back of his neck as I struggle to catch my breath.

"That was...wow," I whisper, smiling excitedly. His hand brushes my flushed cheek and his mouth sets in a smile that shows off his ruggedly handsome face.

"Amazing," he says, pressing his lips to mine softly once more before he leans back and grasps my hand, his eyes shining as he gazes down at me.

"Do you want to dance, beautiful?"

I grin and nod as he leads me back inside. My heart beats fast and erratically in my chest. His fingers close over mine as we walk back to the almost empty dance floor where a soft melody by Shania Twain is playing.

He pulls me into him and presses a hand to my waist.

He sweeps me into a slow dance that is just as graceful as before, only this time he presses his mouth