Thalia
I slipped my arms around his neck as we moved together, keeping my eyes fixed somewhere near his shoulder.
Looking at him felt impossible.
So I focused on everything else instead—the steady warmth of his body, the slow rhythm of the music, the firm hand at my waist.
But something felt different.
A moment ago, everything had seemed fine. Now there was a tension in him I couldn't quite place.
“Keep your eyes on me, Raleigh.”
His voice cut through my thoughts. I hesitated before lifting my head, searching his face.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
A small frown tugged at my brow.
“What’s going on?”
He tipped his head slightly. “What are you talking about?”
I hesitated.
Maybe I'd imagined it.
Maybe I was reading too much into things again.
I worried at my lower lip
