He smirked, then leaned down and dragged his tongue against my lip.
I bit my lip afterward, and he pulled me in the middle of the group of dancing people. He put both hands on my hips while mine laced behind his neck. As we began to sway, I let out an embarrassed laugh.
“To be honest, I have never danced before,” I admitted.
He gave me an incredulous smile. “Really? You’ve been coming to this festival for years and have never danced?” he asked loudly over the music. I shook my head, and he lifted me and spun me around, causing me to let out an embarrassing squeal. He placed me back down, grinning so big his straight teeth were visible. “I guess we’ll need to start other lessons then,” he teased.
“Oh, ha-ha.” I mocked.
After a few songs, I showed Quill around the rest of the festival. We played some of the games set up. I beat him at cornhole with ease, teasing him about it continuously until he beat me at darts, and he enjoyed rubbing that back in my face. We were on our way to dance more when Quill spoke.
“What are people drinking?” he asked, noting the red concoction in most adults’ hands.
“It’s a popular wine in the Outer Ring, more on the affordable side. But people seem to love it.”
“You’ve never had any?”
I quirked a brow. “I’m sixteen.”
He smirked and grabbed my hand as we waltzed toward a stand that was handing out glasses of wine.
“Quill, what are you doing?” I hissed.
When we reached the stand, the woman pouring gave us an“Are you serious?”look, and Quill smiled, pulling outgold!
My eyes flung open, and so did the woman’s.
“Two glasses would be nice. Will this cover it?” he asked smoothly. I thought the woman was about to faint as she nodded quickly and handed over the glasses.
I gaped at Quill as we walked away, drinks in hand, and he eyeballed me from the side.
“What?”
“Gold?How rich are you, anyway?”
“You can’t think that dress only cost silver pieces, do you?”
“Oh my…I’m going to hit you!”
Quill chuckled and sipped on his wine. He paused, observing his cup.
“This is not all that bad,” he commented.
“What are you, a wine expert?”
“I have had my fair share,” he replied, the corner of his lip raising as he took another sip.
I raised an eyebrow, then sipped mine. My face puckered at the strange taste, and Quill laughed loudly.
“Don’t laugh at me!” I said as I laughed myself. “How do you like this?”
His chuckle eased. “It is an acquired taste. Plus, the feeling you get makes it taste better.”
I quirked my brow again. “You’re a drunk?”
He grinned. “No, but I have gone overboard a couple of times. Without my parents’ knowledge, of course.”
“Naughty.”
