“And how do rabbits say good-bye?” Miah asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. Did she know how incredibly adorable that action was?
His hold on her tightened as she leaned into him and his body swayed along with hers. They weren’t dancing, but he didn’t care – not when he had Ellie pressed against him like this. Walking a thin line. The voice in the back of his mind chirped, though it was drowned out by the alcohol coursing through his body. He was playing with fire.
“Hey,” he returned the greeting with a laugh. “It was me, yeah.” He confirmed with a half-smile, the conversation reminding him of many they had had before – though this one was happening in the courtyard of an abandoned prison and not some dive bar near campus. Maybe he wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and in truth she wouldn’t either. Tell her! Did it count if she didn’t remember it in the morning?
Locking his gaze with hers, Miah let a smile play over his lips as he answered. “So am I,” he admitted honestly, ducking his head slightly at the compliment. He didn’t blush, and he knew that Ellie thought he was good – still, hearing the words meant something to him. “Thanks, Lo.” Again he came this close to closing the distance between them, in letting his lips press against hers.
“Always sound better when I’m playing for you,” he murmured, unaware that he had actually spoke that aloud.