"What were you and Stride talking about?" he asked.
"Funny, he asked the same thing about you and me."
Aimes flicked his gaze back to mine, his entire body pulling taut. "What did you tell him?"
"Nothing," I told him. "You and I weren't saying a lot with words."
His lips twitched at that, and raw, almost desperate hunger flamed brightly in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that," I said with a hint of a whimper.
We circled the dance floor, and damn me to hell, it started to feel like we were the only two people in the room. In his arms, I forgot about mean-girl Sloan, about Stride and his marriage games, and how worried my mom must've been. I forgot it all as I looked up into Aimes's eyes.
He pulled me closer to him, his face near mine, his gaze a soft caress on my face. I cou
