GABRIELLA'S POV

Her hand grabbed mine when I reached her upper thighs, just below the hemline of her dress. She tugged, and I refused to stop. She was used to this, but tonight was simply different—totally and entirely.

When I looked up, her eyes overflowed with several emotions. I could see fear and panic. I wondered why, because we weren't first-timers in reality. So, what was causing her fear? Or was something bothering her? Nevertheless, there was also curiosity and lust.

I needed her to focus on the latter two.

"Gabriella, I'm going to take your dress off," I mumbled.

"No," she whispered in response, and I was taken aback,...