Arie pulled me into his arms, holding me so my body was pressed against his as we danced.
He looked down at me with a coy smile on his lips and said, “Is this the time where I’m supposed to whisper sweet nothings in your ear?”
I smiled and nodded, curious about what he’d do next.
Arie moved his mouth next to my ear. His warm breath sent chills down my spine as he whispered, “Sweet nothings, sweet nothings, sweet nothings.”
I giggled and slapped his chest. “Oh, Arie, you are smooth. Is that what you say to all your dates?”
“No, just the ones I like.”
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