At his tease she glared at him, eyes sharp as the slap of honesty sobered her a little. He was right, horrifyingly right. Hadn't they always played those games of to and fro? Yes and no? Stopping what they had only to re-start for whatever stupid reason they could fathom, just one more time. What they had shouldn't be, they came from two very different worlds and they could never be, despite his lack of judgement on people like her. They couldn't ever be anything other than a dirty little secret, something and nothing.
"No," she told him softly, frowning as she came to her senses. Alicia could still remember how her heart had stopped when she'd seen him with another, the girl slightly disheveled and obviously flirting. She hadn't tried to reason it away (perhaps she'd spent the night on the couch? maybe she wasn't flirting just friendly? a sister? a cousin?) and instead she had jumped head long into a conclusion and a decision, this couldn't go on. "No," Alicia said again, this time her voice held conviction and she was able to pull herself away from his arms, from the dance and the seduction of him. "I can't. Not again."
Alicia began to turn away from him, pausing for a moment, "Thank you for the dance, Adrian."