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Gods, the way he froze—wide-eyed and utterly flustered. Perhaps, she had overstepped..
Katja bit the inside of her cheek, dropping her gaze as if suddenly fascinated by her bare feet. Her toes curled against the floor, and she exhaled a quiet laugh.
"Oh, I won’t..." she murmured, voice softer than she intended.
She wasn't entirely sure why she'd done it. No - that was a lie. She'd done it because he'd humoured her. Because he'd danced with her. Because he had saved her life. Because, for the first time in what felt like forever, she had company that didn’t feel like a burden to endure.
Or maybe it was just the alcohol making her bolder than she had any right to be.
She cleared her throat, expecting him to seize the excuse she'd so graciously given him—to retreat, back into rifling through Evander’s things. But then the music started again, a different song weaving through the air, and her snapped up surprise, first to the music box, and then to him.
Her brows dipped for only a moment as she took him in, and a slow, knowing smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"It appears so..." she murmured, tucking a stray tress of hair behind her ear.
And then, a little more shyly than before, she closed the distance between them, lifting her hand in invitation.
"I suppose, if the music insists.."
Katja bit the inside of her cheek, dropping her gaze as if suddenly fascinated by her bare feet. Her toes curled against the floor, and she exhaled a quiet laugh.
"Oh, I won’t..." she murmured, voice softer than she intended.
She wasn't entirely sure why she'd done it. No - that was a lie. She'd done it because he'd humoured her. Because he'd danced with her. Because he had saved her life. Because, for the first time in what felt like forever, she had company that didn’t feel like a burden to endure.
Or maybe it was just the alcohol making her bolder than she had any right to be.
She cleared her throat, expecting him to seize the excuse she'd so graciously given him—to retreat, back into rifling through Evander’s things. But then the music started again, a different song weaving through the air, and her snapped up surprise, first to the music box, and then to him.
Her brows dipped for only a moment as she took him in, and a slow, knowing smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"It appears so..." she murmured, tucking a stray tress of hair behind her ear.
And then, a little more shyly than before, she closed the distance between them, lifting her hand in invitation.
"I suppose, if the music insists.."