Page 83 of Introvert
Smoothly, London pushed her hair back over her shoulder, glancingback at the same time. I watched as their two gazes collided, held, burned with something unspoken between them—and then Ryker scowled before tearing his eyes away.
"What happened with you two?" I asked.
London sighed. "Are you sure you want to know?"
I nodded.
"For years, I used Fe to try and make him jealous," she said with a shrug. "It only made him angry. He hates me now."
"Wait, Felix?" It took me a second to wrap my mind around the situation, but once I did, not going to lie. I felt a little nauseous. "You used Ryker's little brother to make him jealous."
"I'm not proud of it, Aurora. But I probably would've done it again on this tour if you hadn't been here. It's been my MO for so long, and Fe was in on it. He never seemed to mind."
"London, that's…"
"Gross? Disgusting?Too wrong for words?" she said. "I know. And I'm sorry, more sorrythan you'll ever know."
I shook my head. "Have you told Ryker that?"
She laughed, but the sound was hollow, none of her usual joy there at all.
"No," she said.
"Why not?"
"Even if I did, he'll never forgive me."
I put a hand on her shoulder. "Idon't think you're giving him or yourself enough credit."
London gave me a cautiously hopeful look. "Really?"
"Well yeah, you're amazing, and Ryker is a good guy."
I lifted my brows.
"I'm also almost positive he's in love with you. He'd forgive you based on that alone."
"You think so?"
"I do."
London surprised me by pulling me in for a hug. "Thanks, Aurora. You're a goodfriend, and I knew I'd grow on you eventually."
Smiling as I leaned back, I said, "You're welcome. Now, can I go back to my cornerplease?I feel like I've been exposed too long."
She grinned at something over my shoulder then said, "I see more dancing in your future."
"What?"
"Wish his brother would look at me like that."With a sigh,she slipped away just as Felix took her place. He stood in front of me, and as a new slow song started, he held out his hand.
"Dance with me, princess?"
The world faded until there was nothing but us.
"Okay," I murmured.
As I placed my hand in his, and his long fingers curled around mine,the music seemed to swell. His other hand went to my waist, mine to his shoulder. His cheek pressed lightly against the side of my forehead. My body seemed to fit against his perfectly. And we moved, swayed, became the music together in a way I never had with another person. I closed my eyes, wanting more than anything to memorize this moment, to lock it away in my mind, to remember him, us just like this.
