ROSALINE

"Now to the main course," the words fell from my lips as I steadied my feet against the rug, my other hand inclined to my back, and I slowly unzipped my dress.

Gerald gasped, his eyes smoldering mine. He was rooted to a spot and visibly torn between the decision of stopping me, or not. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the knot in his throat.

I didn't want him to stop me. We had to finish what we started. All of my senses were awoken, and I hated how much distance was between us.

I hated how I wasn't in his arms with his face...