In our own private bubble like this I could stare into his eyes forever. With my heels on I can touch my lips to his easily, so I don’t deny myself the connection. We easily lose ourselves and the caresses of his fingers down my spine are electric. Before we can escalate too far, he pulls back slightly.
“Fuck Sakura,” he murmurs, did he just swear?
“What does that mean, Sakura?”
Finally willing to ask what he has called me since the beginning.
“I grew up in America, my father is American while my mother is half Japanese, half Danish. She taught me that every word in the Japanese language was beautiful, but cherry blossoms were just something different. They’re level of beauty unparalleled, just like you.”
I melt at his words, in such a small sentence I learned things I never knew whilst he simply complimented me. I kiss him lightly this time, as his fingers continue to trace patterns on my skin.
“Stop hogging her Kai,” Roman grumbles, as he enters the room. Making Kai step back, offering his spot to Roman.
Before I can mourn the loss of contact Roman is offering me a different touch, one I crave just as much.
“You are the most beautiful Princess I have ever seen,” he says, as he cups my face and hip at the same time. Slowly tracing my hands over the front of his shirt I take him in.
“You’ll do, I guess,” I say with a grin which he returns before joining our lips. No issues that they have just been touching someone else moments ago. The passion is different, yet it sets me on fire exactly the same.
“Get off her, the cars here and I’m not redoing her make-up,” Red calls from the lounge.
The need in Romans eyes is raw, making me question if the ball is even worth it. Seems it must be when he steps back offering me his elbow.
Stepping into the lounge everyone is ready to head out. Parker pushes Roman out of the way and takes my arm, whilst Oscar takes my other side. I think everyone’s a little surprised by Parkers force but it’s hot as hell, and Roman doesn’t even grumble. I’d love to know more of what’s there between them but now isn’t the time.
Oscar and Parker both lean in kissing me delicately on the cheek, whispering sweet compliments in my ear. God they sure know how to express themselves once they pick their jaws up off the floor.
A quick trip in the elevator and we are stepping outside to a waiting limousine, which catches me by surprise. I thought we were just travelling as normal. I look to the others, and it’s Oscar who answers the question in my eyes.
“We didn’t want to fight over who rode with you, and we didn’t want to leave you and Jess in a car alone, so we compromised on a limo.”
Shaking my head at their antics we climb in, and I take a seat next to Red.
“You look gorgeous, don’t listen to any of that shit Oscar was sprouting, I actually think you have him all protective,” I whisper.
“I know, don’t worry. Who knew he had it in him huh?” she chuckles as we climb in.
As we pull up to the main building, I’m taken back by how beautiful it looks, with little lights and a red carpet forming an entrance it's exactly what you would expect from this place.
Parker helps me out of the limo and leads the way with Roman, while Kai and Oscar take up the rear behind me and Red.
“Jeez they’re like bodyguards. Guys didn’t come near me before because I was a nobody, now being seen with these guys puts me out of reach. I can’t win,” she grumbles.
“Red you are beautiful, and if some guy isn’t willing to stand tall for you no matter what, then they’re not worth your time anyways,” I say, like I’m the queen of advice. Yeah right.
Entering the Main Hall, I’m surprised with the space with all the furniture removed. There are people milling around everywhere, waiting for the rope to drop and to be led upstairs. Glancing around I take in everyone else. I feel people’s eyes stare back at me, but I don’t maintain eye contact. Although I do plaster a half smile on my face to make myself look approachable.
That’s been my new tactic, no resting bitch face. If I’m going to prove to these people that I’m not a pushover, and I won’t take their shit, then I need to show that I’m a leader of people. For that, I need the people to like me.
Feeling a hand on my hip I know it’s Oscar, his thumb unable to refrain from stroking my skin. “Baby girl, I have never in my life been turned on by someone’s back before, but I just can’t keep my hands off of you,” he murmurs against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
Holy shit, it’s a good job this dress came with padding, because I’d likely poke someone’s eye out with how hard my nipples are. They don’t like my bare skin getting all the attention.
I look over my shoulder at him, loving his attention. In a room full of people, who the hell am I?
“Don’t give me that sexy coy look baby girl. I’m struggling enough as it is, and I can feel Roman glaring daggers at me too.”
I can’t help but grin at him, he’s trying to be serious, yet he always makes me smile. Seems he actually listened when I told him to shut that big mouth of his. Before he can say anymore, a bell is rang gaining everyone’s attention.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to be able to invite you into this year's Featherstone Academy Fall Ball. If you would be so kind to follow me, we may begin.” Some guy I’ve never seen before announces to the room and drops the rope.
Everyone starts pushing like it’s a
