Repercussions
Proserpina
It had been ages since I danced, I thought, smiling up at the young man. The last time was when I went out with my girlfriends.
The sensation of moving to the beat was therapeutic and soon I was enjoying myself, laughing at Harding's remarks.
Harding was a good dancer, and although he tried to pull me close at times, I made it obvious that I did not want to be petted and caressed.
I caught sight of Lucien's face; he seemed livid. But I ignored him. Dancing was not his forte, I thought, feeling annoyed at him vaguely.
"Hey, I think I was wrong, you know?" Said Thomas during a lull after we had laughed at some silly joke. "I wish I'd dated you before you met Lucien.'
I smiled up at him, puzzled. What did he mean? My former roommate had been inventing stories a
