Christiaan cleared his throat.
“If we don’t go outside right now, we won’t be going outside.” His voice was hoarse with lust as he breathed deeply to calm himself. Emma came back to the present realizing what she was doing and tried to step back, but his grip around her waist wasn’t letting her go.
“You have to let me go.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“I don’t want to.” He moaned.
“Well, if we are going downstairs, you need to let me go.” She held her arms in the air.
“Oh, yes, sorry.” A red blush crept over his cheeks when he took her hand and walked out of the room. When they stepped outside, he slid his arm casually around her waist, and they joined the rest of the guests.
“Do you have to cling to me like that?” Emma’s smile was strained.
“Yes.” His voice was hoarse again.
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