“Well, well. Look who decided to show up after all.” Lily traces a line up the center of my chest with her index finger, leaving a path of heated skin in her wake. I stay quiet because I’m unsure if she’d be able to recognize my voice from all the mayoral ads playing on local TV. “Are we playing the silent game?” She teases the bottom of my mask with her thumb while her pinky tickles my throat. I shiver, the reaction far from subtle. Her smile grows impossibly large. “Fine. It’s a good thing you don’t need to talk while dancing.”
