C37 TOUCH YOURSELF

Before I could stop myself, I was being dragged to the dance floor. Despite my best efforts, my short legs could not keep up with Steve's long, virulent strides. I jogged behind him in the Jimmy Choos, attempting to keep up with the speed, my cheeks burning. He fought his way through the mob and stopped in the centre of the dance floor.

I was out of breath.

He yanked me tightly into him