Moon's pov
The fall I expected never came. Devon's hold on my waist tightened, and for the first time that evening, I was grateful to him. I was on the verge of flashing him an appreciative smile, but I brushed it off, knowing he wasn't the warm type. His countenance was as cold as ice.
“Don't think I'll hold you if you fall again.” He warned, and I just nodded to avoid another round of argument.
I realized we had spent a while on the dance floor, and I was getting quite exhausted. I did a lot of chores at the Lancelots’ before coming for the event, and I was beginning to feel the effect.
“I'm tired, please.” I voiced out with a pleading gaze.
“Not yet, a few more minutes.” He urged in a commanding tone. I was able to keep swaying sluggishly till my legs began to wobble.
“So weak.
