"Ow!" I burst out as I stepped - again - on the toes of the poor man who had the misfortune of having to dance with me.
Then he spun me, purposely, or accidentally, sending me crashing into a young man.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I bubbled out nervously to him.
His lips curved upwards. He held out his hand towards me.
"May I have this dance?" he asks without a second glance at my dancing partner.
I glance between them both. My dancing partner shrugged and walked off.
Not that he needed a good reason. I was always stepping nervously on people's feet when I danced.
"I suppose so."
He grinned and quickly grabbed my waist, startling me, and we both began to waltz.
Our eyes never left each other. I was afraid of stumbling, but he was a flawless dancer.
He glided and directed. Where he went, I went.
I stepped on his toes accidentally, making him slightly wince.
"Sorry," I whispered, slightly embarrassed.
He smiled broadly. "Keep your eyes on me, and only me."
And so I did.
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 1
Short Story''Darling, if your looks could kill, this ballroom would suffer a massacre,'' he mutters, the corners of his lips lifting. You smirk. ''Ah, but where's the fun in doing it that way.''
