Nicholas held my gaze the longest.

He finally glanced away when a girl tugged on his arm. The music started and she pulled him toward the

dance floor.

It seemed that anonymity made everyone feel a bit bolder than usual tonight.

Myself included.

I stopped by the drink table to grab a flute of champagne. It was easier to lose myself with a hint of

alcohol in the system. Yet before I could even take a sip. I looked out at the dance floor once more and

forgot the drink entirely.

The girl who was dancing with Nicholas had both hands on his chest and was rubbing them up to his

shoulders with an unwelcome familiarity that made my skin crawl.

I lowered my drink back to the table and then stormed across the room.

“Excuse me,” I said, when I was close enough to them. “Do you mind if I cut in?””

“Yes,” snapped the girl.

Nicholas searched my face. Then, he reached up, grabbed the girl’s wrists and pulled her hands away

from his chest.

She huffed in annoyance but didn’t argue. She glared at me as she walked away.

his hand to me, and

I know you,” he said. His deadpan expression made it difficult to tell if he was teasing or

he was, however. He, of course,

I

did he know specifically who I was? That was the question.

comfortably on my waist. Together, we began to move with the music. We glided over the floor as if a

easy as breathing. Here, where we could

dance very well, my lady,”

to have an excellent partner,”

balcony, where we were alone. Slowly, he stopped turning, ending the dance. He did not move away, however, keeping

clutching mine.

move away

as my heart took flight in

and well, I could

in the starlight, my

wider than usual, and my knees felt weak.

is your beauty that has stolen me away. This is a lovely dress, but I

face. Gently, he traced my cheek along the edge

leaned

in my throat. He came closer and closer. I

eyes fluttered closed. I parted

kiss me. The very thrill of the near possibility had me buzzing

was a night of magic. Anything felt possible. Even this. Maybe especially this.

brushed mine

was the barest press, but it made

I was someone else, did he? With mask

said, voice breathy and soft,

I wanted him

wolf. A piece of me was so near, and when it was, I felt so whole. I couldn’t resist it even

fast as I could in my heels. I followed the feeling, searching the room.

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