She waves her glass at me, sloshing champagne over the brim of it. “Aren’t you the one who loves to get drunk at these boring balls?” With her free hand, she shoves a finger into my chest. “Then you’d beg for a dance with me. And occasionally unlace my dress afterward.” I chuckle at her sly grin. “You know why I did that.” “Yes, but what I don’t know,” she says innocently, “is why you haven’t since.” “Are you…” I shake my head at her in disbelief. “Are you flirting with me, Gray?” She giggles in a way I’ve never heard before but would beg to again. “I’m simply thinking out loud.”
Loved this ball and their banter
