as they swept along the floor, other couples  passed and spun blurrily past them. they were mere players (if you could call them even that) in the grand game of flirting. Jane breathed through her nose quietly, looking somewhere over his right shoulder at nothing. she could feel his eyes on her face. a strange, exhilarating sensation. her heart beat quickly, thudding shallowly against her rib cage. she chanced a glance at his face. a smiled played around his lips, and his eyes, dark as always, were an enchanting black in the dimness of the auditorium. she looked away again.

he certainly was attractive.

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