Nadia
My new dance partner pressed closer to me as the music swelled. I felt their hands running up and down my spine. Their touch didn’t draw out any sparks beneath my skin, not like Vincent’s did (or Kael’s, long ago). But I leaned into them anyways, enjoying the closeness and the electric thrill of possibility that the night held.
We kept dancing together throughout the next several songs. They really were attractive – devastating cheekbones, short dark hair swooping over their forehead, sharp winged eyeliner. A plush mouth that I could definitely see myself kissing. I didn’t feel anything for them with the intensity that I’d felt towards either of my mates. But I liked them, I decided; I liked them a lot.
They seemed to like me just as much, tucking a loose strand of hair behi
