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Sorry, I know it has been awhile since the last chapter. The holidays are here, it's the busiest time of the year.

I will do my best to update regularly. The next chapter is mostly done as well, so expect that soon. More intimate scenes are coming, and things are heating up!

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Chapter 8

The Founder's Ball

Slang:

Fifteen puzzle: Not the game you might be familiar with, but a term meaning complete and absolute confusion.

Fly Rink:term for a polished bald head

Monte Albán: Monte Albán is a large pre-Columbian archaeological site in the Santa Cruz Xoxocotlán Municipality in the southern Mexican state of Oaxaca

Naruto was in a foul mood.

He stood near the red velvet armchair in his Uncle's study, one hand stuffed into his pocket while the other allowed him to pout into his drink. He did his best to hide the sour inside him that puckered at the sight of Sasuke Uchiha, but he was not the best actor.

One did not need Shikamaru's sharpness to see that Naruto looked like he preferred being anywhere but here, where he could see his friends, neighbors, and colleagues flock to Sasuke like he was the greatest discovery since Monte Albán.

On the contrary, Naruto did want to be here. He wanted to keep an eye on Sasuke, even if his hubristic presence annoyed him. Despite other opinions, he still felt something was off about the Count of Romania, who so coincidentally owned the land where his excavation had gone terribly wrong, causing its temporary site shutdown.

The man was suspicious, and Naruto intended on keeping an eye on the man.

"You look as if you are sucking on a lemon. Is your drink too strong?" Shikamaru, who stood next to him, asked.

Naruto knew that Shikamaru had surmised that there were goings-on. Not much got past the intelligent man. Naruto always tried anyway.

"No, it is fine," Naruto said offhandedly. It was not a good night to discuss his suspicions.

Shikamaru's eyebrow rose curiously. He followed Naruto's line of sight, where he spotted Sasuke Uchiha talking with Dr. Haruno. He sighed.

"You have got to let this go." His friend stated, stirring the cubes in his drink. Apparently, they would be discussing the topic tonight.

"Not until Kakashi has finished his investigation. Only then, if he finds nothing, will I be relaxed." Naruto responded haughtily.

"Mhm." Shikamaru hummed with disbelief. "And you are sure it has nothing to do with his interest in Sakura? Or what you think is interest?"

Naruto's head snapped he could face Shikamaru when he growled, "I know he has an interest in her, it is in his eyes when he looks or talks to her."

Shikamaru's eyebrow raised, a triumphant smirk on his face. Naruto had walked right into his trap. Naruto frowned, looking down at his drink.

"Perhaps this bitterness does come from jealousy," Naruto admitted after a thought.

"I have talked to him before. He is eloquent and pleasant enough, if not a bit short. Not as menacing as you perceive him to be." Shikamaru commented.

Naruto gave him the side-eye. "Traitor."

"He is not my rival in love," Shikamaru responded with a grin.

"Why must you taunt me?" Naruto mumbled.

"You taunt yourself, good man, by watching other men make moves that you will not," Shikamaru told him.

"Fair enough."

Naruto took his suspicious eye elsewhere, scanning the room of men. He caught a figure at the door, peeking through. He could only see her head and shoulders poking in. Sakura's long pink hair weaved into a braid and rested on her shoulder, a few strands left out to frame her face. He would have beckoned to her, but she was not looking in their direction. Should he go to her? It looked like she was staring at a particular thing. Naruto followed her gaze. He frowned.

Was she looking at her father or the man next to him? He took a swig of his drink. It lingered too long in his mouth and left a bitter taste.

Who was he fooling? Sakura would not look at her own father like that. Which meant that she was staring at none other than Sasuke Uchiha.

Jealousy reared its ugly head.

Sakura had displayed dislike towards Sasuke before. She had crinkled her nose and ranted about it. But now…her face said something different.

He tilted his body away from her and focused on the group of men around him, suddenly not wanting to see her, but the damage was done. He had seen the way she was looking at Sasuke, how she really felt, when she thought no one noticed. His hand rose to violently itch at his chest.

He had been insanely jealous of Henry at first too, but he had quickly seen that they would not last. Sakura's personality was too strong to fit inside the constraints Henry wanted in a wife. Still, it had been hilarious to see Sakura be too much for him. Henry cared entirely too much about airs and looks, while Sakura cared considerably less. At most, their relationship had been a predictably short affair.

If it reached that point, he hoped the same would come of this.

Sakura hesitated at the door. Her back rested on the wall just beside the open entrance where men drank and talked entirely too loudly. It was her father's turn to host the gentlemen's club once again.

She avoided the area like the plague since she had discovered that Sasuke had become a regular, yet now here she was with a tray. She had volunteered once again to assist in bringing the appetizers, but she lingered outside the door, knowing that Sasuke Uchiha was in the room before her.

She had gone from sneaking around in her own home to sneaking peeks of him through a cracked door.

For months, Sakura had been in turmoil. Terrified of every shadow and jumping at the wind blowing. Afraid that the monster in the mountain would come to claim her, kill her, drink her blood. But Sakura was adaptable and had gotten used to the presence of those who hid in the darkness. She was sharp, cautious, curious. It got easier.

Then she found herself suffering from a different dilemma. Understanding Sasuke Uchiha had been a double-edged sword. A conflicting state of mind. The sharp, jagged lines between light and dark, good and evil, softened.

Months of waiting for her demise, yet she had stood in front of him numerous times, unharmed. Not to mention her experience with Mrs. Wilson...she had learned that monsters did not always have a choice of what they became. Many had the choice taken away altogether. It was hard for Sakura to think coldly, and she could not help but sympathize with the Wilsons. Which led to her preponderance of others…

Sakura took a deep breath, then moved from the wall.

She had gradually become frustrated with herself. Or rather, her reaction to Sasuke. She only allowed herself to freely think of it when she was alone, and often that was at night when insomnia was her only companion. For so long, he had haunted her sleep and kept her up at night.

Recently, it was not the sharp teeth or the red eyes, which used to scare her, that had her lying awake. It was the smoothness of his voice when he said her name. The way she could perfectly remember the way his lips formed when saying it. If his lips were as cool as his hands...

The thoughts felt wrong. Dirty. Rarely, she let herself open to welcome them. The occurrences were becoming frequent, though. The thoughts and the dreams. Momentarily she wondered if Sasuke had lied to her about how he charmed people. Maybe she was caught under his spell.

He was tall and lean, and she found herself wondering what he looked like beneath his clothes. She had few references for the male form. She had seen drawings of naked men. Naruto often took his shirt off when chopping wood. The only time she felt some type of attraction to him was when she had watched him with the ax, strong muscles flexing with the motions. The thought of Sasuke like that, shirtless and muscled, burned her.

With Henry, it had only been warm feelings. Perhaps with Sasuke, there was more intensity because she knew she could not have him.

She was still afraid of him. He was dangerous, and her inappropriate thoughts of him equally so. Those underlying feelings had been around for a while, and now they were consuming her. So here she was, glancing at him from the door, taking advantage of this moment while no one paid attention.

If she was not so worried that he was only trying to lure her in to drink her blood, then she would have been giddy. Instead, she was irritated. Her grip tightened on the door.

'Why must the one I want be someone I cannot have?'

She was already careful around him, but her façade of distaste was crumbling. Her perverted thoughts were uncontrollable, but she would do her best to keep her distance. She could only afford a few occasional glances in his direction, morsels to keep the hunger at bay. If he approached, she would offer civil conversation. That was all she could bear.

With the straightening of her spin and a deep breath, Sakura walked into the den. She kept her eyes forward as she passed her father's guests. They were all too preoccupied to notice her anyway. She passed by Sasuke's circle of men without so much as a glance, but she heard something that made her ears perk.

"Alright, ol' boy," Sakura recognized the voice to be Nicholas, "Thanks to Jiraiya we all have burning questions about your lineage. One thing that I cannot seem to get out of my mind is how is it that the Uchiha's were wiped out, but here you stand?"

Nicholas was a doctor like her father, who sported a fly rink and long white beard even though he was only a few years older than her father.

"Nicholas, do you not think such a topic is insensitive to ask?" That was her father's voice.

"Come on now, we are among good company! He does not have to respond if-"

The voices got smaller as she walked to the table where the other food was. Her skin pimpled when she heard Nicholas asking the very same question she wondered as well. Hurriedly, she dropped off the tray and made her way back. Instead of leaving and heading back to the kitchen, she ducked into a small corner. The bookcase gave beside her gave some cover. Sasuke was facing away from her, but the other men also could not see her as she listened to their conversation.

"-were in the southern region by chance. Which is why I am here standing to tell the tale."

No. She had missed something important.

The men listening to Sasuke's tale were silent, and Sakura had a feeling no more talk of the Uchiha tragedy would be discussed. She snuck out of the corner, careful not to draw attention, and squeezed out the door.

When she returned to the kitchen, Edmond assured her that her help was not needed for the rest of the night, so she left. Her mother was at the Faraday's, so she was left to her own devices. She needed something to preoccupy herself with. Her first instinct was the library, but she found herself not wanting to read. Lately, the few things she could focus on was the research into the supernatural. Which was what she was trying to avoid.

Her feet still led her to the library. Her lantern left a dull, orange glow that did not cover the room. She sat down at the desk and opened a drawer. Inside was her humble embroidery kit. The unfinished design was modeled after a piece of the garden where an old wheel was covered in thorny vines and roses. She went to work.

Truly, what she needed was someone to talk to. Besides her cousin, who made her question the motives behind everything he did. Or Ino, who only wanted to talk about men as of late. What, pray tell, would Ino think of Sakura's 'men problems'? They could broach Sakura's conflict towards Naruto, but not Sasuke without divulging why she was so adamant to reject her feelings. Ino did not believe in supernatural things. She would think Sakura was just coming up with excuses. Or that she had lost her mind.

There was no one to tell that her life had become a fifteen puzzle these past few months. About her secrets and discoveries.

She still had no clue why Sasuke was in Applegate.

She sighed. Another issue to work on was these long, restless nights. Her mother would chastise her if she had purpling under her eyes for the Founder's ball, and that was only two weeks away. She put her embroidery back in the drawer before she left for her room, leaving it unfinished once again.

Sakura had been dreading this night for some time now. While she did not love parties the way the rest of Applegate did, she did not hate them either. She usually enjoyed sipping wine and being in the company of her friends when her mother was not trying to marry her off. However, tonight she held more worries than her mother forcing her to talk to possible suitors.

"Here, dear," her mother handed her some champagne, keeping a second flute for herself. "To take the edge off," Mebuki said with a wink.

"Thank you," Sakura said wearily. Her mother was eerily good at picking up on the atmosphere. Did she look that unnerved? Sakura took a sip, letting the alcohol linger on her tongue before going down. Her right eye twitched. She did not drink a lot of alcohol and the champagne was not as sweet as other wines she liked, but it would do.

Sakura did not see any of her friends yet, so she stuck with her mother as the older woman expertly navigated the crowd. Her father had arrived with them, but two of his colleagues had caught him in the entryway so he told them to go on ahead. She would tag along until she saw one of her friends, or if her mother tried to introduce her to a 'potential husband'.

Whichever came first.

They were talking to some neighbors about the latest styles(correction, Sakura mostly stood there as her mother talked to them about it, since she did not closely follow fashion) coming out of Paris when Sakura spotted Ino. Sakura moved to excuse herself, but she noticed that Ino was basking in the attention of a few young men. Bachelors.

As always, Ino's long golden hair was in a perfect up do with a few tendrils flowing down her back, her purple gown in style with a cinching waist and not a hair out of place. There were two other women from their 'book club', Cassandra and Naomi, who were also talking to the young men, but both were overshadowed by Ino.

Sakura stayed by her mother's side. She chose not to go to her friend because she did not want to be compared to Ino's beauty. She had been proud of what she saw in the mirror before they left for the ball; her dress was a beautiful sage, which complimented her eyes. It had subtle lace accents, and she liked that the dress was elegant but not overdone. Like Ino's, her dress also had a cinched waist, but that was the style and she did like how it looked even if it felt stiff at times. Her long hair was curled and gleamed colors of pink roses and carnations. Her makeup was light, with pink lips and cheeks and long, dark lashes. She looked like her mother, and her mother was beautiful and sophisticated.

Standing next to Ino, Sakura would only look like a child playing dress-up.

Lately, she had been suffering from feeling inferior to her beautiful friend who was the ideal woman. Sometimes she even felt jealous of Hinata, who was quiet but graceful in everything she did.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

Sakura turned to find her grandmother, Yua. The older woman stood there with a warm, knowing smile. Like Sakura, she wore a simple but elegant gown, her dress a forest green with a higher hemline. She fussed with her bun, dark blonde locks being tucked in their proper place, as she came to stand next to Sakura's side.

Sakura offered a small smile back. "I am jealous." She admitted. They looked on as Ino flashed a charming smile while she talked. "She makes it look so effortless, and yet I can never think of what to say to a man other than ramble about books." Sakura glowered. "Books are not sexy to a man."

"Smart men like talking about books," Yua assured her. "Your grandfather and I loved sharing conversations about books back in the day when we courted."

The words were kind but did little to comfort Sakura at the moment. The inferior feelings had already set in. Picking up on this, her grandmother tried a different tactic. She spotted the Hyuuga daughter, standing dutifully with her mother.

"Would you say that Hinata is a beautiful lady as well?" Her grandmother inquired. Sakura gave her a questioning glance.

"Of course." She responded without hesitancy. The Hyuuga heiress was quiet but had a certain charm through her polite elegance. Not to mention the flowing raven locks, softened jaw, and sweet dark eyes. Even though Hinata was reserved in her attire, she was also gifted with a large bosom. Sakura had another prick of inferiority. She had been so proud of her cleavage earlier, but again, she did not compare.

"Yet they look so different." Her grandmother said thoughtfully. "We are so busy comparing ourselves to others that we forget the value in our uniqueness. So many young women are beautiful, but they are different types of beautiful. Just like handsome men do not all look the same."

Sakura appreciated the wise words. She could agree that there were plenty of handsome men at the ball, varying in looks, mannerisms, and personalities. Her grandmother leaned in. "The only advantage she truly has?" She hinted, using her flute to gesture to Ino's group.

"What?" Sakura said curiously.

"Ino is not afraid to talk to men. Flirting is a skill that needs to be developed and is a learning experience, not just something you are born with." The older woman explained.

Sakura thoughtfully took another sip of her wine. "I suppose you are right." She responded lightly. While Sakura had stood quietly or read by herself, Ino had been more active in their elegance classes and talking to young men while growing up. It would only make sense that she would have more skill.

Perhaps Sakura should have tried more. Then she would not feel as awkward as she did at her age.

"I am," Yua responded proudly. Satisfied that she helped her daughter, she started watching the dance floor. She stared longingly at the couples dancing. "Haro was such a talented dancer. We used to have so much fun on the dance floor." She sighed. Her eyes darkened, a sad reminiscence in her iris.

Sakura reached out to clasp her grandmother's hand and squeeze it. "He sounds terrific. I wish I could have met him."

Yua offered a sad smile. "Me too. We had two boys, but I know he secretly wanted a girl to dote on. He would have adored you. Your mother too."

Sakura admired the love her grandmother still had for her grandfather. He had been killed by a robber who had broken into their home when her father was still a boy, so she had never met him. Her grandmother talked of him often though and had finished raising her two sons alone, regardless of the pressures to remarry. It gave Sakura a longing to know what kind of man he had been, as well as respect for her grandmother.

As they admired the dancers, Sakura caught a flash of dark in the crowd. Amazing how she could spot Sasuke in a crowd full of men wearing black suits. He should blend in well, besides being an attractive man there was nothing outright different about him. Yet he easily caught attention. Her heart sped up as he caught her gaze. Then he started to walk in their direction.

"This is quite the party. I should go to these more often." Kiba commented.

Naruto, Shikamaru, and Kiba stuck close to the entrance, greeting a few other men from their fencing club before settling underneath the founder's painting. Most of the town of Applegate had come to sashay on the dancefloor or admire dancers from the sidelines, drinking flutes of champagne and chattering like birds.

"Parties are a drag." Shikamaru shot back, taking a drink from his crystal tumbler. He lazily stuffed his hand into his pocket.

"You are just afraid Ino is going to force you to dance again." Naruto snickered. Kiba's eyes lit up and he flashed a wolfy grin.

"Oh, that would have been a sight to see." Kiba snickered.

"That embarrassment is forever burned in my mind," Shikamaru muttered. "Warn me if you see her so I can get a head start."

"Too late," Naruto said hurriedly, looking past Shikamaru's shoulder.

"Shika!" A voice chirped close by. To Shikamaru, the voice was a shrill tone that induced panic. Shikamaru's head snapped, looking for the blonde woman in the crowd. Naruto and Kiba turned, pretending to casually sip their drinks and slip away as Ino emerged. When Shikamaru noticed that his friends had abandoned him, he muttered "damnit" under his breath. He swigged the rest of his drink and faced his childhood friend.

"I feel bad, perhaps we should have stayed for support." Kiba chided as they snuck away, although the grin on his face did not match his sentiment.

"You said you wanted to see Shikamaru dance. She might be able to work a miracle again." Naruto chortled. They stopped at a safe distance away, watching Shikamaru converse with Ino. The Naras and Yamanakas were close family friends, and even though Shikamaru and Ino were night and day they continued the tradition.

Kiba smirked. "This party might be worth it after all."

Choji walked up behind them, watching Ino drag a reluctant Shikamaru behind him. "Ah! I see she has captured her first victim of the night." He stated. Choji Akimichi was the last piece of the trio, watching his two closest friends struggle towards the dancefloor.

"Only the first, huh?" Kiba replied.

Naruto glanced toward the entrance. "I wonder if Sakura is here yet." He commented.

Kiba gave the blonde a sly look. "Is tonight's plan to sweep Sakura off her feet?"

"No!" Naruto sputtered.

Naruto's crush was not as secret as he thought. Kiba swirled his tumbler, debating if he should mention what he was thinking. "You know, Sakura has been marrying age for a while." He told Naruto.

Naruto's brow furrowed. "Sakura cares about more than courting and getting married." He said promptly. Kiba shrugged.

"But she still cares about it to some degree, all women do. Some men might be intimidated by her drive for knowledge, but not all." Kiba responded.

"What are you saying?" Naruto asked quietly.

"I am saying, do not wait too long. By the time you take your chance, she could be taken by another." Kiba explained. Choji nodded his head in agreement.

Naruto gave it a thought, frowning. "…I do not even know if I want to take a chance." He had thought about it before, but there was one thing that was always stopping him. "We are not blood related since Jiraiya adopted me, but she sees me as a cousin."

"Then show her you are a man." Kiba pushed.

"I must say, I am surprised you said yes," Sasuke told her as he led her onto the dance floor.

"I am surprised that you would waste your time dancing," Sakura responded.

They stopped and faced each other. Instead of taking both hands, he wrapped one around her waist to pull her close. Her body warmed, and she hoped her cheeks were not flushing. She did not want him to see how he affected her.

"I was a prince in a past life, dancing was ingrained in me since I was a small child." He said with a smirk.

She almost rolled her eyes at his teasing. The music started, and their feet moved with it. She did not comment on how close he held her, or that her focus was on the sensation of her hand in his.

'A prince in a past life…?' For some reason, her mind lingered on the comment. Perhaps it was because she had been hiding behind a bookshelf, trying to discover bits of his past the other day. She had missed most of the conversation, and she had been plotting a way to casually ask about what her father knew of Sasuke's background to no avail.

She still had so many burning questions, ones that she could not directly ask.

Why should she care? She was supposed to be thinking of him less.

Yet there was something on the tip of her tongue. A clue. Not one she heard, but one she saw.

A recollection came forward. One that had tucked itself away because it shocked her terribly.

She was back in the castle. The hall of portraits. She had enjoyed admiring them before Sasuke had suddenly appeared. The last one she had particularly liked, and had lingered to study it further.

She looked up at Sasuke. Then compared it to the portrait.

"How old are you?" She suddenly asked him.

"Old enough." He quipped. Their feet made click-clack noises as they danced.

"You say it in jest, but there is some truth to your words. Is there not?" She said. "You are a prince. I saw your portrait in that hall back at the castle." How had she not realized sooner? Vampires were said to be immortal. It had never occurred to her that he could be over a hundred years old, and still look like a handsome young man.

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, but the action was so minimal that Sakura only caught it because she was so close.

"You never cease to surprise me." He replied, a smirk cracking through his lips. He spun her, expertly moving his feet. Admittedly, she struggled to keep up with him. When he noticed this, he eased back.

"Why has your title changed?" She asked him earnestly.

"The old kingdom is no more, but the land is still my birthright. The title 'Count' was deemed an acceptable replacement." He responded.

"A good way to hide your true identity as well." She speculated.

His smirk got wider. "I have faced many men on the battlefield, yet you are the most formidable." He told her as they danced. "It is a rarity for anyone to resist my Tsukuyomi. Yet you did." Tsukuyomi? Was that the name of his hypnosis? She collected that note for later. He continued, "Even that protection spell you have on your necklace would not be enough. Only someone with a strong mind and will can break its hold." He explained.

"So now I am a worthy opponent. Not prey." She chided.

"I am saying that you piqued my interest." Sasuke stated.

Sakura felt as if they were in their own world again, especially since the other dancers around them looked like a canvas that had been out in the rain, just blurs of colors and shapes.

"You were curious about me." She implied, tilting her head.

"Yes." He said, holding her gaze. She was surprised he would admit so.

"But that is not the reason why you traveled to Applegate." She speculated. Did she dare to push more?

"No, that is not the sole reason." He responded. She sensed some hesitation in his response.

It was her turn to smirk. For once, she felt like she was gaining some ground in their unspoken game. "You must enjoy being quite the mystery."

"It keeps you interested, does it not?" He inquired. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly moved.

"Oh!" She gasped as he squeezed her waist and lifted her as if she were a feather, doing a half spin. She clutched his neck and pulled, which drew their faces closer. Her face reddened. He was a terrific dancer, indeed.

He gently let her down and continued. Now that her legs felt wobbly, it was even harder to keep up with the steps. Focusing, she regained her rhythm and stability. She loosened her grip around his neck, letting her hand slide down to his chest where she could feel his clavicle beneath his clothes. Her fingers lingered, remembering that this was the shoulder she had dug a blade into. He did not cringe or show signs that the area was tender.

"It was not the stabbing that caught your attention?" She peeked at him through her lashes.

He flashed another devious smile. "That was my favorite part."

Sakura could not control the giggle that escaped her lips.

Before she knew it, two songs had come and gone. They were still dancing, wrapped in the other's attention. She had relaxed considerably. Not the best idea, but it came naturally. Could she forget how they had met, and let herself sway with a charming man? Darkness be damned, he was alluring.

She looked into his dark, endless eyes. Her fingers curled against his lapel as her heart thumped loudly. Could he hear it? He was so close to her. She tried to control her breathing to steady her heart.

It would be so easy to let her reservations go.

"Was it true what you said to my father? That women trained and practiced medicine in your kingdom?" She asked.

He seemed satisfied that she would ask such a question. "Yes. It was common, and most women knew how to perform basic aid." He stated.

She glanced at the other dancers. "Everyone here thinks it is odd I want to be a doctor."

"Your ambition is one of the things I like about you." He responded.

A wry smile rose on her face. "You barely know me." She responded in a dry tone. It was the bitterness coming out. Many neighbors smiled at her and considered her part of the community, but they ostracized the piece of her that she was most passionate about.

"I know enough to admire such a woman."

Henry had never admired her for that. Even Naruto was exasperated with her at times. But…Sasuke admired her. Or was he just telling her what she wanted to hear? Her eyes turned serious, and her mind black. Why, of all people, would it be him to say such things to her?

She could not forget about his darkness, after all.

Was Sasuke simply allowing her to live because she was amusing to him? Because she 'piqued' his interest? Or was he searching for something else?

"Do not mock me. Are you just playing with your food before you kill me?" She quipped.

Sasuke tilted his head, reading the change in her demeanor. "I do not want to kill you." He said earnestly.

"How can I believe that, when you called me prey and said you were hunting?" She said with confidence, her chin tilted up. Her eyes, which had softened as they danced, now grew into stubborn slits.

"This hunt is different." He responded.

Confused her brows knitted together. What did he mean? He could not possibly-

There was conviction in his eyes as he stared at her, his onyx eyes impossibly darkening. While it was rarely turned on her, she recognized the look. It was lust that swirled in his eyes.

Her throat felt dry. She could not respond.

"Do you want me to show you?" He said quietly. His deep voice sounded husky to her ears. Sasuke used two of his fingers to subtly rub her waist. It was already hard enough to keep up with his dancing, and the lazy circles made her knees feel weak. The stability she had grasped onto was losing holdfast.

"May I cut in?"

Wooooooooooo its heating up! Stay tuned everybody, and thanks for reading!