“Yes.” My response came after about a minute.
“Then why,” Zane said, pulling me even closer, “did it seem like it was more than that? Why are you nervous just from talking about it?”
“It wasn’t. I am not ner—”
“Did he hold you like this?” His voice dropped lower. “Did his hand rest here?” His thumb traced a slow line along my waist. “Did you feel this?”
The bond flared between us, hot and insistent.
My breath caught. “No.”
“No?”
“It was different.”
“Different how?”
I didn’t know how to explain it. How dancing with Kaius had felt safe and easy. But dancing with Zane felt like standing at the edge of something vast and terrifying. A high and wild cliff end overlooking the ocean.
“It just was,” I whispered.
We turned again. The music shifted into a rhythm much more slower and intim
