Mikel sipped his wine and stared around the ballroom as Lady Alana chatted his ear off.
She kept hinting at him to go dance with her, but he pretended he wasn't picking up on it.
The only woman he wanted to dance with was avoiding him.
He hadn't seen Isla since she'd left him on the balcony.
He understood her reasons for backing away from him during their kiss, jumped away actually, but it had still stung. Especially since it had been the best kiss of his life.
She'd responded so enthusiastically to him, melted in his arms, and when she pushed him away...
Well it would suffice to say it had ruined his evening.
The only comfort had been the disappointment and confusion he'd seen in her eyes.
She felt the same way he himself did.
Now he just wanted to talk to her.
Alana tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and leaned against him while she sipped from her own glass.