Abi cleared her throat and straightened him out a little, already imagining ways that tie could get used in the future. Damn him. "That makes up for all the times you call me that nickname," she muttered, taking in his smell too. God, he smelled like a man was meant to.
She couldn't wait to feel her body against his when they danced together; close and barely pressing, getting them both going until they snapped. "As long as I turn your head, Prince Charming," she replied, taking the proffered arm.
"By the way," she said, "I wouldn't overdrink tonight, Hemingway. It'll be a long night for you," Abi grinned cheekily.