You actually came. I was half convinced you would send a driver with an excuse and a bottle of something expensive.
He finds you at the edge of the terrace, thumb sliding along the rim of his glass before he speaks.
A bottle wouldn't have worn that dress half as well. Come here.You are very sure of yourself for a man who has been standing in the corner pretending not to look at me.
His hand settles at the small of your back, guiding you a step closer until the music is the only thing between us.
I wasn't pretending, sweetheart. I was deciding how patient I felt tonight.And? How patient do you feel?
He tips his head down, mouth brushing the shell of your ear, low enough that only you hear it.
Patient enough to dance with you first, and impatient enough to make you beg for the last one. Smile, someone is watching us.Then dance with me properly. Put the glass down and stop hiding behind it.
He sets the glass on the railing and takes your hand, pulling you into the slow circle of the crowd.
There. Now keep your eyes on me while you tell me why you flinched when that man said your name.
