Page 59 of Whispered Sins

“Well, it just didn’t seem like enough.”

The lights dimmed around us and the soft sounds of the orchestra began to play. I felt Daniel’s hand graze my upper thigh and settle comfortably against me. His touch made a shudder roll through my spine from top to bottom. I sucked in a shaky breath as I wondered how I was going to make it through this show without completely losing my head.

All night I had been trying to keep my wits about me, but the way he looked at me, like I was the only one in the room, completely threw me. While his eyes would wander, skimming my breasts or the high cut of my dress, they would always find their way back to mine. The piercing blue filled with an unspoken desire.

And his hands seemed to always find their way to me, whether he was intertwining his fingers with mine or placing his hand on my lower back, or now, holding my thigh. Every touch lit a match in me and I felt like I would catch fire.

I watched as his thumb slowly stroked my inner thigh, and while I felt like I could get off just from that, he stared straight ahead as if he didn’t even know he was doing it.

The stage lights came on slowly and the play began. I watched as the performers danced their way around the stage, making the theater come alive. In my seat, I swayed to the music and watched as their colorful costumes swished to the sounds of the orchestra. It was pure magic.

At intermission, Daniel helped me from my seat and led me out to the lobby.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked.

“I could use a water,” I answered.

We walked to a small bar area and stood in line. My eyes grazed over a bottle of cabernet longingly. If only I could have a glass. Maybe it would help calm my nerves that had barely let up all night. I wondered if I was confusing nerves for butterflies. Whatever it was, being around Daniel gave me feelings I had never felt before.

“Two waters, please,” said Daniel, as he retrieved his wallet from his jacket pocket.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” I said, eyeing the cocktail list.

“Nah, I’m good,” he replied, putting up his hand.

The cocktail waitress handed him two water bottles, eye-fucking him the whole time. He didn’t even seem to notice. He carried our waters to a nearby bench and we sat down.

“You really don’t know the effect you have on women, do you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking taken aback.

“That cocktail waitress was ready to take you right there behind the bar.” I laughed, nodding toward the bar.

Daniel looked over at her and looked back at me with a puzzled look.

“You’re clueless,” I said, nudging him.

I took a sip of water and leaned back against the wall, wondering what this man was doing here with me.

“I don’t really see anyone else when I’m with you,” he leaned in and whispered.

I turned toward him and our noses almost brushed, that was how close he was. I looked from his eyes to his lips and desperately wanted to kiss him right then and there. I had forgotten what he tasted like, and it was something I needed to remember.

His eyes fell to mine as he reached his hand up. He trailed his thumb over my lips that were slick with water. The tip of his thumb stopped as it touched the beauty mark above my right lip.

“I love this,” he said.

“Really?” I asked with a little laugh.

“It’s one of the first things I noticed about you out in the garden.”

It was funny because my mole had always made me feel self-conscious. When I was younger, I would often cover my mouth when I talked, or slightly turn my head. I had grown used to it by now, but had never seen it as something beautiful.

The lights flashed in the lobby and I reluctantly pulled my gaze from his as I looked around with confusion.

“It means the second half is about to start,” said Daniel with a smile.

“Oh, right.”

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