What reason could anyone have for coming to a party with a date?
Louis' luck had been tremendous, lately, as this was now the
second time this year that he had been kissed by a woman behind a mask. Without saying much of anything this time, and under his own
mask as well. Bloody hell, he was good. A low, satisfied hum escaped his throat; he hadn't known he'd wanted to kiss her so much until her lips pressed against his, and Louis' hand went into her hair to keep her firmly in place. It was the most satisfying kiss he'd had in a long time, and his arm wrapped around her waist.
It took a long of strength to pull away from such a perfect pair of lips, but he managed, only to remain hovering over her lips. The sounds of shrieks and hollers around the ballroom seemed to be far, far away, because all Louis could do was stare at the woman in his arms.
"I am glad you found me," he breathed, completely entranced. Louis found himself pushing forward to kiss her again, seemingly
unable to keep his lips off of hers. Who was she? How could she have possibly have this sort of control over his every sense?
He pulled his hand from her hair, fingers playing with the wing of her butterfly-esque mask as he looked her over. Her eyes were such a lovely shade.
"Who are you?" he murmured before leaning forward to kiss her.
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