He had his eyes closed when I finally walked towards him at an agonizingly slow pace. His lips were moving to a harmony that only he knew.
His whole being looked so surreally angelic that I was sure he was just a dream.
No one could look this perfect. Even with his eyes closed, he was intoxicatingly beautiful and it was hard to breathe around him.
I sighed, crumbling the piece of paper and decided to make my way back to Jessica when a hand grabbed mine, and I paused, turning around sharply. My eyes met a pair of eyes that were black – black like the midnight pearl, which drew everyone in. I had to remind myself to breathe after a few seconds.
He spoke first, breaking the silence and his voice was soft, yet firm when he said, "The game hasn't ended."
"It hasn't even started." I said, leaning against the wall to look at him. His features were so symmetrically perfect.
"Alright, then, what would you like to do?"
"Anything that does not includes dancing." I said firmly, and pointed to my leg, "I had twisted my ankle."
"A good dancer could handle that."
"Now, see that's why, I'm not a good dancer." I said, shaking my head, my voice came out nasally clear.
Edward looked at me, a faint amused smile on his lips, "Now, see that's why, I wasn't referring to you."
He held out his hand and waited. I folded my arms resolutely and looked at him; shaking my head looking almost like I was stepping into my own death bed.
Or worst, the dance floor.
However, Edward didn't seem to understand what shaking of one's head meant. He took my hand and swiftly placed another on my waist and led me towards the dance floor.
The close proximity made me shiver a little and Edward's grip tightened on my hand. I noticed his hands were alarmingly cold and he had a frown on his face, almost as if he was biting back something.
"You could still give up you know, dancing with me. I assure you, I wouldn't throttle you with my fan."
Edward's frown lightened, and his thin light smile was back, "Try me."
I shook my hand, and walked towards the dance floor, "I've really tried to warn you. If you end up in bed for the next say, 3 to 4 weeks, the guilt wouldn't be on my head."
Edward grinned this time; lights were dancing in his eyes, "I said to try me."
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To my utter amazement, I was dancing. So this was what moving in coordination meant. I thought as I noticed my legs were waltzing in sync with the symphony.
And then, without even thinking, I leaned forward and closer to Edward.
It was the music and the lights that made me giddy and the fact that my heart was beating at a rate I was sure, wouldn't be classified as healthy for in the medical world.
Maybe it was all that, or perhaps it was because I was dancing with him, Edward that my senses were brought down low.
I leaned on him.
And almost as suddenly that I had leaned on him. He had withdrawn his hand and pushed me away in disdain.