Page 89 of The Edge of Falling

"Yeah?" I said curiously.

"I thought we could dance."

"Dance? You hate dancing."

"I do, but I remember a long time ago, you said your perfect date would include dancing in the rain, and then going to your boyfriend's room. And there would be candles everywhere and rose petals on the bed."

"Oh my gosh, you remember that? That was me talking late one night, mumbling stupidness."

"I remember so much. I told you that, Rosalie." He pressed his lips against mine and tugged on my lower lip slightly.

"And well, it's not raining, and I don't feel like dancing in the street, but we can dance here."

"Okay. That sounds good."

He grabbed his phone and pressed pause and Eminem stopped screeching. I laughed as I stared at him.

"Can we dance with slightly less clothes?" I said, softly wanting to take off his shirt so badly.

"Patience, Rosalie," he said. "The clothes will come off soon enough."

And then, I heard the familiar crooning of Frank Sinatra and I beamed.

"Strangers in the Night, you really did remember.

"I did. And while I'm not a stranger, and we're not dancing in the rain, I thought I'd like to give you this dance."

He grabbed my hand and spun me around, and I giggled as he pulled me to him and we waltzed around the room.

"You're beautiful, Rosalie."

"Thank you, Oliver," I said, my heart racing fast.

The mood in the room had changed, and all of a sudden, I was looking into the face of a man I'd loved secretly for years. I swallowed hard as I gazed into his blue-gray eyes staring at me so intently.

"I think that there's magic in the air tonight," he said, pulling me toward him.

He leaned down and kissed me on the lips and I felt his hands on my ass. I ran my fingers up to his hair and down his neck and squeezed his muscles, and he groaned as he bent down and kissed my neck. I eagerly unbuttoned his shirt and ripped the last few buttons open. He started laughing.

"Wow, you really do want me badly."

"I do," I said, almost whispering. I gazed at his chest and pressed my lips against his golden skin. He was absolutely gorgeous. He took his shirt off and threw it to the ground and I squeezed his biceps and laughed as he pulled me toward him and pulled off my top.

I stared at his pants and reached forward and undid his belt slowly. And then, unbuckled the top of his pants and pulled them down. He gazed at me as he stepped out of them, and I licked my lips nervously as I stared down at his large cock pushing against the thinness of his gray boxes. His thighs were thick and golden, and he had the most beautiful body I'd ever seen in my life. He stepped forward and undid my button on my jeans and undid the zip and pulled it down. I stepped out of my jeans and stood there in my panties and bra. His eyes looked at me from head to toe and he whistled as he just stared.

"Absolutely gorgeous," he said.

I laughed as he run his fingers down my arm and my stomach because he was tickling me and his eyes gazed at me in amusement.

"So you're still ticklish then."

"I am, and I'm sure you are, too."

I reached forward pretending I was going to tickle under his arms and he grabbed my hands and pulled me toward the bed. We fell back into the bed laughing and he leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. I felt his hands on my stomach, his fingers trailing down toward my panties, and I felt like I was going to stop breathing from the excitement of it all. I reached up and touched the side of his arm and squeezed his muscles, and he grinned down at me.

"You like my big guns, huh?"

"Oliver," I chuckled laughing. "That's so..."

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