When the song ended, I realized I’d been holding my breath.
We slowed, turning through the last few steps. His hand tightened just slightly at my waist, like he wasn’t ready to let go. My palm was still in his, warm and a little sweaty—his or mine, no idea.
People were watching us like it was the finale of their favorite show. If anyone had popcorn, I wouldn’t have been surprised.
The music faded out. For a second, it was just the soft rasp of our breathing between us.
Evren’s icy blue eyes stayed on mine. Up close like this, they weren’t just cold. There was warmth there too, buried deep, like fire under ice. It made me want to look away and keep staring at the same time.
He leaned in, just enough that I felt his breath against my ear.
“We must make it convincing,” he murmured. “The
