(Arata)
Not even the Christmas spirit fazed Karsten. He wore his usual black, but Camilla forced him to don a maroon jumper to give the holiday feel.
But his eyes widened when I walked down wearing the dress and ruby earrings. I couldn't wear heels because my ankle was still in the process of healing.
"Arata! You look amazing." Camilla embraced me, showering praises.
"Thank you!" I politely said while Karsten offered me his hand. I placed mine in his, having to play the part, and he pulled me closer. His warm hands coiled around my waist.
"You look gorgeous," his sensual voice collided with the shell of my ear, making goosebumps coast all over my body.
Slowly, I lifted my eyelids to glance at him and his hungry eyes. Without even wanting, I drowned in those inky pools.
"Allow me to?" he asked, firmly holding my waist as some random Christmas Carol played in the background.
