"Did you hear them? They're all guessing who you are."
On the dance floor, Abraham Redington held Molly Wellington. His sensual chin rested on her shoulder as he said in a deep voice.
The girl wrapped in his arms lightly bit her lower lip. Hearing Abraham's words, her already drooping face buried even deeper into his chest.
The more intimate the stance, the more nervous her heart was.
If she could, Molly Wellington wished she could keep her head down all night, hiding herself this way.
A hint of satisfaction flickered in Abraham's blue eyes.
He was doing it on purpose, deliberately scaring her, intentionally making her afraid, deliberately... making her seek his embrace.
He even lightly nibbled her earlobe in public and asked in a low, raspy voice, "Do you think I should tell them your identity? When this song ends, should I introduce you to everyone else, hmm?"
"No, please don't..." Molly Wellington's delicate white hand tightly held onto Abraham's firm, slender waist.
