And his warmth… it seeped into her like fire, banishing the cold from her skin.
His thumb brushed against her waist.
"You want me to keep holding you?" he murmured, a teasing smirk playing at the edge of his lips. When she didn't reply, he leaned towards her face but the door opened abruptly.
In sync, their heads both snapped towards the door.
Alisha's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the man with hair almost as pink as Bethany's. She'd seen him when she'd entered the ballroom speaking with Dante.
Rico had a grin on his lips as she watched the couple. "Am I interrupting something?" He asked teasingly, looking down at the hand Dante had on Alisha's waist and then her hand that was wrapped around his neck.
Instinctively, they parted from each other.
"Don't you know how to knock?" Dante gritted out.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that you would be busy…with her," he said, darting Alisha a look.
With a stretched out hand towards her, he said. "I'm Rico, Dante's best friend."
