Whispers

 
 

dances

Dancing with Rogue is nothing like dancing with Bella.

With Bella it was the stiff, formal dress, the traditional dances of the Guilds. But with Rogue…

It's all heat and friction and the sparkle of her laughter as the sun slips slowly down in a blaze of glory. He wants to tell her that this is them—like the skies above them. This is what she does in him.

He cannot find the words.

But she tucks herself behind him on the motorcycle to return home, her laughter lilting across the heavens like the beams of a sunset.

She knows.

 


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