-Caspian Grayson:
After dancing with Kyle, I told him I was going to get something to drink.
And I did.
Mostly because I needed the distance from him without sounding harsh.
The music was still loud enough to vibrate faintly through the floor beneath my shoes while people continued dancing beneath the floating lanterns, their laughter blending into the warm noise of the celebration. I moved toward the edge of the reception area where the drinks had been set up beneath hanging lights woven through dark branches overhead.
The cold glass of wine settled into my hand a second later.
My eyes wandered around for a moment, looking at Kyle, who stood there alone on the dancing area, watching me as I moved the wine around the glass, then slowly drank from it.
Mostly to give myself something else to focus on.
Dancing with Kyle had felt okay at first because I was avoiding eye contact, until he decided to pull that move on me… It felt....
weird.
Not bad.
That was the problem.
