When Abi looked at him, that bright world behind him fell away. She shouldn't be getting so close to him emotionally, she thought absently. What if she'd never be enough for him? She wasn't a Gellhorn, she wasn't anyone but herself; neuroses, confidences and quirks and failings too. If she let him in, opened up, would he accept it? For the night, for the now, she figured they both needed some fun. Let off the steam and the tension of their chemistry.
After a moment, she stood up and offered her hand, "Then come join me, dance. I'll have someone to lean on if I come over all girlish again and need a strong man to hold me close." Now she smirked, "Unless you'd let someone else do it?" She knew she was playing with fire potentially, inciting his jealousy. But fuck, it was kind of hot too.
"And you think you're not a Prince Charming," Abi laughed, her dress sparkling as the lights hit her.