![]() It was a different thing altogether: simply on-looking at Marco unbeknownst, and having his dream-like face looking at you directly, his chocolate eyes melting my self-restraint. A smirk played on my lips for a meager second but it was enough for the faintest of blushes to mount Marco’s freckled cheeks. ![]() As we locked eyes, I felt a feverish jolt of electricity pass through me. “Good evening gentlemen.” I spoke up and, from the corner of my eye, saw Marco swiftly turn his gaze in my direction. This had to be remedied, and so I casually made my way over to the small group of people standing toward the front of the room. As I was standing in a rather secluded area of the room, obscured from Marco’s vision by a grand piano, he had not yet had the chance to locate me. Once again it took every ounce of my self-control not to leap onto him right then and there. The pride and satisfaction I felt at the fact that the mere mention of my name could arouse such avid interest in him was indescribable. Smith and I unmistakably saw him mouth my name to the general, his brilliant brown eyes alight with fresh interest. Suddenly though his gaze shot straight back to Mr. He often shifted his weight from one leg to the other, and his gaze travelled impassively along the length of the room. Smith was dragging on, and I could tell Marco was getting impatient. But Marco and I were experts in this kinky game of teasing. In this world a same-sex relationship would never be accepted and so I had to play my cards extremely cautiously. However, such a scenario would have to wait, and patience was a virtue I truly lacked. Every inch of me wanted nothing but to wrap my arms tight around him and kiss until we ran out of breath. I examined his every detail, from the way the deep black of the tuxedo brought out his irresistible freckles against the pale skin, to the alluring manner in which his hazel eyes glinted in the rich, golden light. Without taking my dissolute eyes off of Marco, I took a long swing of wine in a hopeless attempt to calm myself down. ‘ Damn that bastard’ I almost blurted out, managing to stop myself at the very last moment. ![]() As he turned to give his thick overcoat to one of the maids, my eyes almost instinctively travelled down to realize just how closely the pants fit him. ‘ He is doing this on purpose, just to annoy me.’ I thought to myself as my hungry gaze devoured the splendid image of Marco wearing a closely-fitting, black tuxedo paired with a deep crimson bowtie. ![]() ![]() Erwin Smith greeting Marco by the ball room’s main entrance, and I knew any attempts to regain my composure would be futile. Jealousy for their public display of affection shot through me so violently it surprised me, and I unconsciously tightened the grip on my glass of wine. Some married couples swayed smoothly to the mild violins, their eyes locked onto each other as though entranced. Ladies covered their pale faces with gloved hands to excuse their soft giggles, while men eyed them down with repressed curiosity from a respectful distance. The great ballroom of the Smith Estate was buzzing with idle chatter, mingled with lively string music played by an elegant quartet by one of the room’s grand, wooden doors leading to the mansion’s inner chambers. ![]()
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