A Work in Progress

Feeling coy, he took it from her hand, took a sip, then handed it back to her before settling his hand on her thigh.

“Having a good time?”

After Will took a sip from her glass, she made it a point to turn it, so she sipped from the same spot as he had. “Mmmm,” she hummed while blanketing his hand with her and guiding it further up her bare thigh. “We both know I love a good party as much as the next girl and your friends have been incredibly attentive, but  there’s really only one person I’m interested in partying with and,” she trailed off long enough to part her boot covered legs, “he’s finally standing right in front of me. Think you could spare a few minutes for an old friend?”

With that, she polished off her drink and placed it onto the granite counter. 

“I’m really in the mood to play.” 

The outfit was impossible to avoid, though. No matter how he protested, he was forced into the Apollo-like outfit. He was grateful that they went with more fabric than some of the statues implied.

And with all the arguing, it was no surprise they made no idle chit chat with him. If they said anything like what they’d said to Emma, they’d have been drowned in their own face paint.

He was fussing with the last bit of gold chain when Emma was bought through. And when he saw her, his heart leapt into his throat. They’d done such a- he stepped down from his platform and touched Emma’s cheek like they’d been lovers for so long. ‘She’s radiant however she’s made up.’

The words weren’t untrue. She was a beautiful woman. But the way he looked at her implied love. He didn’t know the girl. So how could he love her?

As soon as Sam’s hand came to gently rest on her cheek, Emma was lost in his touch. Instinctively, she rooted against his palm and gazed up at him adoringly. From the moment they’d met, Em had known she felt affection for him, but she never once thought it reciprocal. At least not until now. 

Truth be told, if it hadn’t been for all the prying eyes, Emma would have risen on her toes and pressed a kiss to his perfectly shaped lips. However, not wanting to give more gossip material to their interlopers, the brunette refrained. 

Instead, she offered him a warm and loving smile before turning her head towards their respective stylists. “You both did a magnificent job. Although,” she paused as she placed a hand on his now bare chest, doing her best to ignore the warmth now radiating through her,

 “I prefer the natural look. Far less painful as well.” When the woman sneered, Emma returned her attention to her partner and sheepishly drew her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Would you mind giving us a few moments of privacy? Well, as much as these glass wall will allow. I’d like to be alone with Sam, please.” At his stylists offhanded remark about not marking up her handiwork, Emma added, “I promise he’ll remain picture perfect.”

 Once they scurried out of the room, she felt her resolve wane. Doing exactly what she swore to herself she wouldn’t., the petite woman, pressed her body firmly against his and trailed her lips along his neck to jaw, Then with her mouth hovering mere centimetres from his, whispered, “Sorry, I hope I’m not overstepping. I just couldn’t help myself. “