His cabin felt different when we walked inside his cabin to dance. I really didn't plan on asking him to dance with me. But then also, I didn't expect him to say yes to my offer. But Mr. Demetrius had always been unexpected in different terms. Starting from how he drinks in the bar every night to how he had easily accepted to dance with me.
He closed the door behind him. My eyes moved up to his face. His oceanic eyes were staring at me. The storm that often raged inside his oceanic eyes, he looked calm today. The waves in his eyes were calm.
He, slowly, gracefully walked towards me. The music that was blaring outside was faintly audible to my ears. Not much, of course. But the music was enough for us to dance. And I felt like I was back in a time when my trauma, my past, my painful day
