A challenge.
A question.
Maybe even an invitation.
The song ended beneath another explosion of noise, but for one strange second, the entire room felt quiet.
Because he still hadn’t looked away.
and ran both hands through my hair as the final beat approached. Then I rose, turned my back to the room, and gave them one last sharp clap of my ass before looking over my shoulder directly at the blondish-red-haired gentleman in the corner.
My smile curved slowly.