Because what was I even supposed to say?
He straightens me gently, his hand still at my waist, steadying me like I might actually fall.
Maybe I would have.
My legs feels… off and Unsteady and I hate that I can't hide it.
His eyes flickers over my face quickly….checking.
Then his mouth tilts slightly at the corner, not a full smile just enough.
"Stay close," he murmurs again, like nothing happened. Like he hadn't just completely thrown me off balance in front of half the world.
I swallow and Nod, because I don't trust myself to speak as we turn back toward the entrance.
But everything feels different now….my My skin feels warmer and his hand… is Still on me, still firm at my waist, grounding and controlling.
And the worst part?
I dnt move away and I don't push him off, I stay exactly where he put me Walking beside him, like I belonged there and I was his.
And for tonight… At least in front of everyone watchin, I was exactly what I was supposed to be.
