His lips press together slightly before he gives a short nod.
"Of course."
He steps back.
Smart Chouce. Because there's something in Alex's expression right now that says pushing this would be a very bad idea.
I should say something. Anything but I don't get the chance beecause Alex's hand closes around mine.
But not gentle either, Possessive. Like he's reminding me exactly where I'm supposed to be.
"Come," he says and irs not a request.
I barely manage to set my glass down before he's already leading me away, through people, through conversations that falter as we pass and Through eyes that follow.
My heart starts beating faster again, not from fear….Not entirely but from the way his hand tightens just slightly every time someone gets too close and the way his body angles toward mine like a barrier.
We reach the dance floor before I can gather my thoughts with soft music is already playing, couples moving slowly, elegantly, like they've done this a thousand times.
