The cold touch of his fingers when he takes my hand knocks the breath out of me. He pulls me from the comfort of my hidden corner and leads me to the center of the hall, where people immediately stop whatever was keeping their bodies occupied. They look at him as if he were the sun itself. The moaning fades away, finally allowing the music played by the artists to take center stage. One smile from Caelum is enough for everyone to start dancing, completely forgetting what they were doing before. Naked and half-naked bodies pair off around us.
“Will you dance with me?” He gives a pompous bow and brings the back of my hand to his lips, planting a kiss there without breaking eye contact.
The word is fighting its way out of my mouth, almost as if against my will. I’m about to vomit a “yes” at
