Lunaβs smile was open and genuine, lacking for a moment any attempts at playing it cool or being seductive. It was, completely, an expression of pure happiness that he had so readily agreed. She reined the smile in, not wanting to risk putting him off.
Gods, why was she like that? Why did she assume that her own genuine interest might put people off?
Maybe because it was so scary right now with Will, because they were so delicate as a unit.
But he said lead the way and so Luna - bold, even if it was a counterfeit boldness - took his hand in hers, feeling a sense of homecoming as their fingers slipped together the same way that they used to. Like it was easy, like theyβd made such a fuss of everything even though they fitted together so well.
Slowly she led Will up the stairs and down a narrow corridor. The music was a little less bracing from here but still the steady beat carried through the floor, and Luna felt it in her chest like the beating of her own thunderous heart.
At her bedroom Luna looked at him - almost checking he really was still here, that he hadnβt slipped away - and unlocked the door, leading him in.
The room was all red and black velvets and satins, fully fitting in with what one might expect to find for βbedroom above a goth clubβ, and all the light came from candles set into beautiful candelabras- or, at least, very convincing fake LED candles. It was the perfect amount of light to see each other clearly but also make the whole room seem warm and inviting.
βWelcome to my domain,β Luna said, looking around the room to see it from someone newβs perspective. She ran a hand through her hair and looked back to Will, still trying to read him. She used to be able to read him so well, sheβd thought.