My cheeks hit maximum blush under his steady scrutiny. "Yes."

Rohan sang to me about the lovers and the dreamers, drinking in every step of my soft shoe, his voice wrapping around me. A current of recognition for a kindred soul arced between us. That whole not knowing where he stopped and I started? I'd had that with him during sex. That had been freaky enough since I'd never experienced it with anyone else. But the twining of his singing and my dancing was an intimacy I didn't even ...