Everything was setting me off it seemed. It all started as the dance practice for Fran's wedding progressed I was building up to a dangerous level.
I could not stand the friction of my breasts rubbing up against the thin fabric of my shirt, feeling as if I was embarrassingly close to losing my grip and going into a heat mid-practice. That could not happen, however, but as I watched Edward, the way the lighting fell upon every groove of the muscles in his arms, all I could think about was being shoved up against the wall with the strength, held up fully of the ground.
Lost in the thought I nearly missed my cue, and the rest of the practice just became far more unbearable after that. My skin was sensitive, and of course, Edward knew exactly how to take me apart, brushing his fingers innoc
