The ride home was full of small stolen kisses, Ben’s hand on her bare thigh, soft words whispered into each other’s ear.
She giggled, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers, while walking towards their friend, just to quickly say goodbye, right before literally running out of the venue and popping in the first taxi they could find. So she quickly took a look in the mirror, making sure her hair, tied up in a messy, yet classy top bun, were perfect, with a few strands of hair falling on the sides of her face. It was Joe, with whom they were going to share the car, along with Gwilym. Suddenly they were taken back to reality by the sound of Ben’s phone ringing. “I’m not going to be able to take my eyes off of you tonight” He whispered, before placing a slow, long kiss on her lips, making sure not to ruin her lipstick. “I would tell you to change into another dress because I don’t want everyone staring at you, but I love how this looks on you, how you look in it.” His voice was deep, raspy, while his hand slipped a little further down, squeezing her arse with a little smirk on his lips. He stood there, with open mouth, his eyes not moving from her body for even a second, until he moved closer to her, an arm slipping around her waists and brining her even closer. The material perfectly hugged her body, letting the boy – and everyone else on the red carpet in less than an hour – admire her figure.
She was wearing a beautiful, shimmering metallic golden, back-less, long dress, with a thigh-high split, and a very deep V-neck low-cut on the front. As soon as Ben’s eyes found her silhouette, his jaw dropped. She unlocked the door and opened it, walking out of the room and down the corridor with confidence. “Are you ready, love?” Called Ben from the other side of the door, explaining that the car was going to arrive in the next ten minutes, and they couldn’t arrive late.