TRISTAN
When she said that, she was trembling in nervousness. Her hand was still clinging to mine.
All the while, I noticed the way her eyes widened, the way her lips parted. Goddess, she made weakness look beautiful.
"You sure?" I asked.
She nodded. She hated me. I saw it in the way she tried to lift her chin like she was braver than she felt.
I let my hand slide from her back to her side, pressing lightly just to feel the heat of her skin. She stiffened but didn't step away. Her body betrayed her. She didn't hate me as much as she wanted to believe.
I let her go. For a heartbeat, she looked lost. Then she stepped back.
"Then dance." I told her, creating the distance she needed.
She hesitated, then lifted her arms. Awkward at first, one hand hovered near where mine had been, as if her body missed my touch. The other rose, fingers trembling before she steadied.
