When Asher rejected me, declaring me nothing more than his best friend’s sister again, the only way I knew to find comfort was in my dance.
I’d retreated to the dance studio, turned up the music and forgot about anything and everything but the feel of my own body.
Dancing was my sanctuary. So I was surprised when I opened my eyes and found Asher watching me.
And the way he looked at me sent my foolish heart soaring again. His face was a blank mask as always, but his eyes revealed so much more. He looked… impressed.
Yet too soon that look had disappeared, replaced with a storm cloud of unreadable emotion. “Who do you dance for?”
A simple question with a simple answer. “I dance for myself.”
He blinked and the storm cleared. Some of the tension eased from his shoulders. The answer see
