Stealing The Show by Lilliana Rose
“No, promise me you’ll be here.” He put his hand on her arm.
Mother of god. The heat from his palm burned through the material of her shirt, causing her knees to weaken.
“Please.”Bloody hell. “I’ll be here.”
“Good.” He smiled, then hurried away.
Kristie stood there, staring at him, his tight arse in
particular until he disappeared in the crowd. She sighed. Took a sip of her coffee. Can I really meet him here after the show?
Kristie rolled her eyes. She couldn’t get her phone out because she was clutching her coffee like it was something to settle herself from what she’d just experienced with that guy. It was nothing. The way her body still reacted, she knew it was something more, which was the main reason she didn’t tell Ellie. Her friend would have a field day over Kristie’s reaction, then would want to meet him, and suddenly this would be bigger than she could handle.
“Mother nature, earth, fire, water, air…” The voice over the music blurred as she tried to get the image of the guy from her mind. Especially those gorgeous blue eyes. A few dancers came on stage.
Kristie watched intently to help distract herself. “Bloody hell.” Her mouth fell open.
“This isn’t what I was talking about. It gets better.”
Kristie was glad she hadn’t said anything about the guy. Right now, she was staring straight into those same gentle blue eyes.
been talking she’d tried to think of how to suggest they meet up tomorrow. The talk of rides and her fear of heights pushed those thoughts well away along with any sexual desires that brewed while they were together. “I should go.”
She saw the disappointment in his eyes. “Yes.” She only partly lied. He stood very close to her. Close enough to kiss her. The thought filled her mind. What would his lips feel like? What would he taste like?
He tilted his head toward hers. Kristie’s mouth dried. Is he going to kiss me?