OWEN POV.
“Can I have the second dance?” I asked, stretching out my hand toward her.
She blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she placed her soft hand in mine. Her smile was small, almost shy, and it sent a wave of warmth through my chest.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I said in a husky voice.
Her smile widened a little, and for a moment, she glanced down as if trying to hide it.
“Thanks, Owen,” she murmured, her cheeks turning pink under the dim lights.
We stepped onto the dance floor, and I noticed how the blue lights of the Christmas tree reflected off her hair, making it almost glow. It was striking, but then, so was she.
“When did you decide to dye it blue?” I asked, leaning in just enough to hear her better over the soft hum of the music.
She blinked again
