After The Ball
I could still feel the burning sensation on my cheek where he’d kissed me goodnight- how easy it would have been to turn my face and allow him access to my lips, but that wasn’t the plan. I’d waited ten minutes, then here I stand outside his room. I knock on the door, no hint of hesitation in my actions. He opens the door, still wearing the white dress shirt and black trousers, his feet bare, the bow tie loosened around his neck. ‘Lauren… everything ok?’ He wears a slightly worried look. ...