SKIN to skin. Eye to eye. Heart to heart—beats are racing. Stares seem no one’s around but the emotions vividly found in their eyes.
Thorn lead the dance which Astraea easily followed. Both of them didn’t bother to say a word ever since they started dancing—as if they’re both afraid to break the silence enveloping them.
The silence swaying with the wind is not the silence that makes Astraea feel bothered. She feels comfortable around Thorn’s arms. But it was opposite to the young man. He felt shy about what he had done to the young lady but he kept hiding it by showing his cold eyes and emotionless façade.
Astraea didn’t fail to notice that especially when the young man shifted his gaze.
"Thorn, is there something wrong?" the young lady worriedly asked.
Thorn forced a smile before s
