The rest of the ballroom has melted away, leaving just him, me, and the small space that separates our lips.
He dips me slightly, a small flourish that pulls my back against his powerful forearm, and the look he gives me, a brief, possessive smirk, sends a final, devastating shiver down my spine.
When he straightens me, I can't help the slight, breathless smile that curves my lips. This is a performance for everyone else, but for me, right now, it feels terrifyingly real.
After the dance, I make sure to stay as far away from Vega as possible. The terrifying reality of the performance has left me reeling. I go straight to speak to my dad, who, since he stayed far away, has to leave early.
I want to tell Vega, but he's gone who knows where. I tell Amelia instead, and she tells me to go with Catarina.
I walk my dad and Mac out to the parked car, the sound of the music still loud even from outside.
"Are you coming to the gym tomorrow?" Leif asks.
