Lissana dragged Eren to the dance floor, and when the music started playing again, filling the room and drowning out the voices, Eren's hand slid to Lissana's back, brushing her bare skin with his fingers. His gaze was fixed on her.
Eren caressed her back and she fixed her eyes on Eren. Her heart skipped a beat, thoughts of Tarik, her longing to see him again vanished from her mind like mist under the morning sun. She felt bad for being so fickle, but... Oh, she desired Eren, she couldn't deny it. Oh, she really did want him.
“You look beautiful,” Eren said softly and the way he looked at her made her blush. “I haven't been able to stop looking at you.”
“Really? I thought you hadn't even noticed me.”
“I always see you, even in a crowd. I can recognize you, even with the mask.”
Lissana
