As if I could tell him no. Not when he was charming, sweet, and decked out in formal wear. "Okay."

He helped me up and held me close, the orchestra bouncing between classical music and holiday songs. I relaxed against him, content with the warmth of his body next to mine and his humming in my ear. I wasn't sure how long we stayed out there, but each time his hands moved up and down my back and his lips brushed over my skin, the more I wanted him.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?" My heart raced from his sweet words.

"Only about a hundred times."...