Chapter 38 Go Dance

• Nina
• The doorbell rings, slicing through the silence like a knife, and my stomach flips in response. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, as I walk toward the door. My pulse quickens, and I can feel the butterflies stirring—something that hasn’t happened in a long time. I run a hand down my dress to smooth it out, even though I know it’s perfectly in place.
• When I open the door, there he is. Elijah. Standing there in a sharp suit, looking every bit the picture of someone who’s used to being in control. His eyes slide over me, and I catch the brief flicker of admiration in his gaze, that same assessing look I gave myself in the mirror earlier. He’s checking me out, just like I did him. But the difference is, I feel it. I feel it in the air between us, crackling like static.