““You, in the moonlight, in this library, in this dress--" His eyes rove over me, from my frothy pink skirts embroidered with dark pink roses, past the swell of my breasts, up to the creamy skin of my neck. My breath comes fast as his gaze lingers on my lips. He's barely touching me, but it feels as though he's already undressed me with his eyes. "Its the most beautiful thing. Like a dream." His voice is hoarse and full of wonder. "Then its my dream, too," I confess as I claim his lips with mine,””
