A pair of bright emerald eyes pressed on me, not letting me have a moment of respite as soon as I shifted along the line.
What line? I had no clue, but it existed, as Alina was following it.
With my hand grasped in hers and claiming me by my waist with the other hand, Alina was carrying me to the dance floor.
Literally...
Her hand was firm on my waist, making it difficult for me to move on my own. If my legs were controlled by the hand on my waist, then by the other hand she was maintaining my posture.
And lastly, her expression hadn't changed much since she dragged me onto the dance floor. I had seen that expression before. It was when she was pissed.
But I didn't know what happened afterwards—what her line was.
My back straightened as I felt the familiar pull on the right before a sudden one to the left… That roll was coming after seven beats.
