“I knew you would come and get me.” Gwendoline sighed; a soft, wanting sound, as she felt Gilbert's breath whisper down the nape of her neck. She could always sense when he was around; without even looking up Gwendoline knew he was right behind her. It was as though a misty aura surrounded them both, a red one, full of fire and passion.
Gwendoline crooked her arm across her body and reached up. Her fingertips rested lightly on Gilbert's hand, that was stroking the soft pale flesh of her shoulder.
“I decided to escort you to the ball,” he said. “You look so beautiful in that dress.”The deep rich tones of his voice matched the opulence of their costumes. He trailed his fingertips along her throat and chest. “Hmm, you need something to finish your outfit off.
Gwendoline looked down and touched the crushed velvet gown thoughtfully. “I have just the thing,” she said, picking up a gold cross and chain.
Gilbert took a step back and retrieved a black lace choker from his pocket. He put it on Gwendoline. “There, perfect. Better than the cross.”
She looked up into the mirror, but saw only her own reflection.