Re: 8:55pm, on the dance floor (Kami, Jack)
"No, I don't want..." The words had escaped before she could think better of it and Kami bit down on her lower lip again. Of course, she didn't want him to literally drop dead; that had never even crossed her mind. Dancing with him, trying to avoid the intensity of his too-blue eyes, gave her a feeling of horror deep inside that he seemed to think her anger ran that deep. Now he was making her not like who she was when she was around him. Damn him all over again.
Her mobile mouth worked into a scowl and then her lips pressed together to erase all other expression. "Don't be an ass," she muttered. "I don't want that. None of it. I just want to forget the whole thing." Kami suddenly lifted her chin to meet his eyes and a jolt of electricity sparked. She had to fight off the shiver but she held his gaze. "All of it," she continued in a voice so quiet that he had to strain to hear it but, even then, he could hear the ache and coded meaning beneath her words. "The candles, the blankets, the... The way you laughed and felt and all that."