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“Depends on what I’m in for if you catch me,” Miah answered with what could only be described as a curious and/or intrigued expression.
The conversation wasn’t so much a conversation anymore; it was more like a string of randomness tied together by the sheer fact that the two people talking were connected. Or at least that’s how Miah saw it. He simply smirked in response, reaching for her hand with his free one. “No more pinching,” he gave her hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it.
Living with people was still one of those things that Miah found himself constantly getting used to. He wasn’t anti-social, but as a loner at heart it was always a bit of a strain to share space with so many other human beings – Ellie was and had always been exempt from this – and yet he was always drawn to parties. Say something! That voice was poking at him again, trying to make his alcohol addled mind realize that he was just staring at Ellie and getting extremely close to her. The closeness wasn’t strange for them, except his mind and body weren’t agreeing on the reason for it.
Seeing her smile was one of those things Miah hadn’t seen much of lately, so it was a relief to be seeing it now. It was also a distraction. Why was he so close to her again? What was his reasoning behind it? He was leaning in again, and even if it was taking his mind a moment to catch up to his body – realization as to what he was just about to do hit him right as Ellie spoke.
“Looks like I am,” he answered in a rush, taking a quick step back from her. Was he just about to kiss her? Shit. When had he lost control of his own actions? Probably after the last two drinks he’d had. “Hey,” Miah could only hope now that Ellie hadn’t caught onto what had almost just happened. “What do you say to another dance?”