Mattie’s mouth opened in a playful mock-gasp at his think of the scandal – he was forward, even teasing about the prospect of sharing his suite. (She was certain that was what he was joking about – she admired his forwardness, even if she was not allowed to admit it anywhere else, even if she would not be able to take him up on it tonight.)
If not for the ghost-versions perhaps out there roaming the ballroom, Mattie would have taken a chance on him, and done something bold right now. Instead, she gazed at his smirking mouth for a moment, resisting the temptation, and doubled back to entwine her arm with his. “Oh, but I’m not so heartless as that,” Mattie told him, just as playfully. “I’m perfectly willing to share...” she let the pause linger, to let him soak up the private insinuation, before adding, “that second dance you asked for.”
If not for the ghost-versions perhaps out there roaming the ballroom, Mattie would have taken a chance on him, and done something bold right now. Instead, she gazed at his smirking mouth for a moment, resisting the temptation, and doubled back to entwine her arm with his. “Oh, but I’m not so heartless as that,” Mattie told him, just as playfully. “I’m perfectly willing to share...” she let the pause linger, to let him soak up the private insinuation, before adding, “that second dance you asked for.”
