"Nathan Moore, let go!" Titus Zane struggled forcefully, one hand in front shielding herself defensively because their chests were too close.
The other hand clenched into a fist and thumped on Nathan Moore's shoulder.
"Are you sure you want me to let go?" With a raised eyebrow, Nathan Moore's dark eyes were filled with laughter, but even the dim light could not hide his mischievous grin.
"Yes! Let go quickly!" Titus Zane insisted. "Fine," with that single word, Nathan Moore really released his arms.
The two were standing close together, Nathan Moore leaning forward, Titus Zane leaning backward, so when Nathan Moore withdrew his arm from her lower back, Titus Zane exclaimed as her weight shifted and she toppled backward.
Feeling dizzy, it was Nathan Moore who grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
Under the dim street light, a man holding a woman's wrist, spinning together, the man in a dark long coat, his tall figure more enchanting in the night.
