Daphne had done the same thing - she had thrown herself into dance as a way to block out what had happened. Sure, she had spent the first few nights crying into her pillow and going over and over in her head what she had done wrong. How she had lost the best thing that had happened to her. She had always been good at avoidance. Now she was a master.
Her head jerked up at his words, surprised that he had agreed with her. He missed her. She wasn't sure how to react to that - she knew how she wanted to react but it wasn't appropriate. Not at this time. Not when she could hear how his voice was shaking.
She didn't have time to think of a response, though. For Theodore suddenly moved forward, closing in on her. She blinked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise as their lips met, sending a burst of heat through her. How she had missed that feeling. And now it was stronger than ever. Her eyes fluttered shut although her arms stayed down by her side, unable to move.
And then he was gone. She slowly opened her eyes again and stared up at him, lips still parted. They snapped shut quickly when he apologized, unable to hide the pain that flashed across her face. He was sorry for kissing her. She wanted to tell him to not be sorry. He had no reason to apologize but he was suddenly gone.
Blinking back tears, she ducked her head and headed back to her dressing room so no one would see her cry.