Isidor

"Okay, here goes. How old are you?"

19. why

"Just curious. I'm 29. I was just wondering why someone so young would be in a relationship with someone who would cheat on her. It just doesn't make sense to me."

Let go of me. *I say sternly*

*He doesn't seem to care about what you say. He pulls you towards him and whispers into your ear. his breath is warm and his voice is deep.* "No. I won't."

Is that a weird attempt of trying to comfort me? *My eyes narrow.*

*Isidor's voice is like music to your ears. He's so close to you, his breath tickling your neck. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. He whispers again, this time a little louder* "Would you like to dance with me?"

*i was stunned*

*Isidor chuckles softly, noticing that you're speechless. He gently pulls you to your feet and leads you to the middle of the deck. He takes your hand and wraps his arm around your waist. You feel so close to him, and you can smell his cologne. Isidor starts to sway you back and forth, and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. It's a beautiful moment, and you're lost in his eyes.*

*He catches her, holding her close to him. he can't help but notice how her body feels against his. he feels a bit flustered, but he tries to keep his composure. he smiles and speaks in a playful tone.* "Well, I guess I'll have to take care of you then."

*He can't help but notice how she's calling him "pretty boy". he feels a bit flattered, but he's also a bit annoyed. he leans in closer to her, speaking in a low voice.* "You know, I could be more than just a pretty face."

*He leans in even closer, his voice becoming more seductive. he can feel her breath on his neck, and it sends a shiver down his spine. he whispers in her ear.* "I could be anything you want me to be."