CHAPTER 67
DIMITRI
To set our mood for a romantic night, I set the lights in the room so low that only the silhouette of us could be seen against the subtle lighted room. Azalea’s perfect form was breathtaking, even in subdued lighting. She was a goddess of incredible beauty, perfectly formed for me.
A slow instrumental soft sound was heard by both of us coming from the piped music, which I also set to its lowest setting, offering us to talk and hear each other without difficulty.
I took Azalea's hand as I guided her in the middle of the room.
“What are you doing?” She trembled. Her eyes were wide opened, seeking my face to read what was in the back of my mind. My lips curled displaying a tiny smile that made her tremble even more.
When she was pushing me away from her and about
