Was it a Date?

DARINA

In the Rolls Nico pulled me against him.

“You look gorgeous.” he said, an intense expression on his face as he took my chin in his hand, his voice low.

“Umm… Thank you.” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. Those slanted emerald-green eyes of his were drawing me in again, making me feel like I was boneless.

Nico had a rakish way of dressing, the buttons on his dress shirt left undone, his tattoos peeking through. His ginger hair was slicked back, but he had a day’s worth of stubble on his face, and my body remembered the feel of it against my bare back. A lazy smile lifted one side of his lips like he read my mind, his nostrils flared somewhat.

His thumb lightly caressed my lips for a moment but then he broke contact, and I released a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. He placed my hand on his left leg and I felt the heat of his skin through the light linen of the pants that strained against his thighs. His arm went around my naked shoulders, the dress was strapless.

“You