Sheela dragged Rohit out of the dance floor, her grip firm and confident. Rohit followed with a knowing smirk as the crowd naturally parted for them.
Once they stepped outside the noisy nightclub, Sheela slowed down. The cool night air brushed against her flushed skin. She was still holding his hand, but her steps gradually became hesitant. The provocative confidence she had shown on the dance floor was now mixed with a hint of shyness.
She looked at him while biting her lower lip, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"Do I… have to tell you exactly what I want?" she asked, her voice lower than usual.
She dropped his hand and briefly averted her gaze toward the ground.
"What a girl wants… when she pulls a guy out of a party like this."
Inside, her heart was racing. The intense grinding and his bold touches during the dance had left her aching with arousal. But now that they were alone and he still wasn't taking control, a wave of embarrassment hit her.
She wanted him to lead.
