"If you came as Frankenstein's Monster, you'd be afraid of fire and would possibly try and kill me. I don't know. It's been a long time since I've read the book," she teased.
She relaxed into his hold for the moment up until the music changed. Dominique grinned, however, when he left it up to her if she wanted move away or not and she most definitely did not. In fact, she pressed closer to him still, a mischievous look in her eyes.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, tasting the remnants of her earlier drinks. A thought crossed her mind, one that could easily be explained and excused away on the account of alcohol if it backfired. Bouncing up onto her tiptoes, Dominique stole a kiss as the music and crowd swelled and pressed around them.