She turned to face him. The ears on her headband swayed gently as she moved, and the tiny puff of a tail bounced behind her with every step. Leo had put on random romantic music from his phone, something slow, something sweet, something with a beat that made her smile.
She began to move.
She wasn't good at dancing. Her steps were clumsy, her turns wobbly, her arms sometimes flailing when she forgot what to do with them. But she didn't care. She just swayed, her hips shifting side to side, her body moving to a rhythm only she could hear. The skirt of the costume fluttered around her thighs, and the lace trim caught the light.
Leo watched her.
His hands gripped his knees. His jaw tightened. His gray eyes darkened.
