~SCARLETT.

My gaze moved between his outstretched hand and his face.

The music swelled in the background into a slow, seductive hum. But that wasn't what stole my breath. It was the way he looked at me.

What the hell are you doing?

The question formed in my mind, but I couldn't voice it. Not with him standing there, shadows stretching over his sharp features. His hazel eyes sparkled under the dim glow, holding me captive until everything else faded away.

Still, I hesitated.

I couldn't dance. ...