She's been dancing with lord Loren, trying to keep up with the conversation and the pace, but couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She once again remembered how when lord Loren asked her for a dance, there was a faint shadow that went over his face. She never saw that emotion on him, but she could swear that it seemed like a hint of jealousy. But that was impossible, wasn't it? But then she went through the last months, the tension, the build up of glances and little innocent touches here and there. She remembered how she fell asleep in his lap one of the first nights after his return. How safe she felt falling asleep with him nearby. And then there was the Haggling. Him being so close, teaching her how to smoke... the only thing she learned from that thing was how kissable his lips looked from this close. The little wrinkle around his eye when he smiled at her. And his cheeky smile.
That's it.
They need to talk.
Really soon.
And with that, the dance was over. "May I have the next dance?" a familiar voice asked. Lucretia said her goodbye to lord Loren and took Asarrius' hand. "I wanted to be the one to have your first dance" he mused. "You should've been quicker then," she winked at him. He held her, so delicately, like she was made of glass, guiding her through the dancefloor. She wasn't really used to dancing, but he made it so feel so easy, even if she couldn't really concentrate on the dance itself. She was painfully aware of the close proximity, the way his hand rested on her naked upper back, guiding her, the touch searing into her skin. His breath on her neck when they turned and spinned. His smell, so overwhelming in the best way possible. In this moment, it was just the two of them. Noone else, just these two fools, dancing around the confession.
"We really need to talk"
