Never roaming.
Annoyingly decent behavior.
Something I was not expecting at all from a guy like him.
“You’re full of surprises,” I said.
“So I’ve been told.”
“I meant you can dance.”
“That sounded almost like a compliment.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
We moved for another few seconds without talking.
That should have been more comfortable.
It wasn’t.
Silence made me too aware of him.
His fingers against mine.
His chest whenever the crowd forced us fractionally closer.
The faint smell of whatever he’d used after showering mixed with that stupid scent of dark pine and smoke that Cami insisted was irritating.
I was beginning to suspect she used that word when she didn’t have a better one.
Then Frederic leaned in, his breath fanning my neck, and he just–
Spoke.
