Goose bumps rose on Elle's neck and back due to the implied meaning from his words. Her pulse skittering and missing a couple of beats, as was reflected along with their dance.
Their eyes held each other's as their bodies finally stilled from the swaying and spinning. Elle's breath was a little labored, but she knew it was not because of the unforgettable dance that they had just shared together. It was more due to her poor little heart that had been attacked quite vigorously by those last words of his. Those words had really shaken her resolve up quite badly.
And because of that, her heart and mind had descended into a heated war yet again. The former kept insisting that there was no way his words were not serious, but the latter was hellbent on arguing that it was nothing but an act.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!