"Why do you think I would want to give my first and last dances off for shoes?" I asked, my eyes slowly moving between his lips and his eyes, my body feeling the warmth he was exuding.
He gave a small chuckle as he came behind me, his fingers running along the length of my arm. "Is it not a fair deal to you?"
I gave a small, almost dramatic huff. "I don't believe it is. Choose something less expensive, and I shall be more inclined."
"Your dances are all I want," he countered, and I met his eyes. They were dark, serious, but with slightly mischievous undertones. "You can ask me for something with the shoes so it doesn't seem too unfair."
I gave a small nod, my mind reeling. I finally thought of what I would want and slowly turned to him. "Are we going home right after the party?"
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