6. Dancing with a stranger

Leah Falco's POV

I am trapped, cornered between his body and I have no way to escape. The closeness of hia skin sends me into painful spasms, and his unusual body temperature ignites sparks in the pit of my stomach.

His lips are only a few insignificant centimeters apart, making me feel hia breath.

Oh my Godness! Is he going to kiss me?

I see him coming. I see him coming, dammit! And I do nothing at all to stop him.

What the hell are you doing, Leah Falco?

'No, no, no,' I chide myself.

'Don't even think about kissing him!'

However, as much as my rational part fights to get out of here afloat, my brain insists on locking it up and doing what it wants.

He is going to kiss me. Damn, I'm going to let him kiss me! Then a rumble outside catches us both off guard and we jump up at the same time.

"The show has started," I hear him snort as I try to control my racing heartbeat. The organ wants to come out of my mouth and I have no idea how to stop it.

I'm fucking crazy. Devil has brainwashed m