“Oh, I can keep up,” he said. “Can you?”
Jin interlaced hands with Cassian and drifted into the sea of bodies as the musicians took up a fast rhythm. He was far more used to slow-moving masquerades and waltzes, but he picked up the music’s pace with surprising ease. He had spent years training in fencing and swordplay, and while they differed greatly from tango, he saw them in the same vein: they both involved dancing around your partner, moving your feet without hesitation but always at the right time. Jin liked it.
Which was odd, because he rarely liked anything when it came to gatherings like these. “A shame your darling princess never had it in her busy schedule to attend your party. I’ve heard rumors she’s head over heels with you.” Jin gave Cassian a smooth twirl. “But you know, according to the tabloids, you two are rarely seen together in public. How come?” He dipped the Zeltron back, a hand hooked around his waist. “Lovers’ quarrel?”
Jin brought him up again, continuing their strange, whirlwind dance. A smile played across his lips. A black strand of hair hung over the left side of his face. “I’m only joking. I’m just sure the princess has better things to do than sip champagne with a room full of boring politicians.” His eyes flicked over Cassian’s shoulder to where Emryc and Emil were dancing. The way they were moving, ‘boring’ was nowhere near accurate of a description. “Or maybe she’s just a shut-in?”
Jin continued swaying with the Senator, hands tied, only inches from each other’s face. “Well, you know what they say—opposites do attract.” Was he flirting with the Zeltron? No, that couldn’t be right. Jin did not remotely care for the company of already taken men. Or anyone, for that matter. He wondered if it was the pheromones at work, or just impulsive stupidity.
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Jin interlaced hands with Cassian and drifted into the sea of bodies as the musicians took up a fast rhythm. He was far more used to slow-moving masquerades and waltzes, but he picked up the music’s pace with surprising ease. He had spent years training in fencing and swordplay, and while they differed greatly from tango, he saw them in the same vein: they both involved dancing around your partner, moving your feet without hesitation but always at the right time. Jin liked it.
Which was odd, because he rarely liked anything when it came to gatherings like these. “A shame your darling princess never had it in her busy schedule to attend your party. I’ve heard rumors she’s head over heels with you.” Jin gave Cassian a smooth twirl. “But you know, according to the tabloids, you two are rarely seen together in public. How come?” He dipped the Zeltron back, a hand hooked around his waist. “Lovers’ quarrel?”
Jin brought him up again, continuing their strange, whirlwind dance. A smile played across his lips. A black strand of hair hung over the left side of his face. “I’m only joking. I’m just sure the princess has better things to do than sip champagne with a room full of boring politicians.” His eyes flicked over Cassian’s shoulder to where Emryc and Emil were dancing. The way they were moving, ‘boring’ was nowhere near accurate of a description. “Or maybe she’s just a shut-in?”
Jin continued swaying with the Senator, hands tied, only inches from each other’s face. “Well, you know what they say—opposites do attract.” Was he flirting with the Zeltron? No, that couldn’t be right. Jin did not remotely care for the company of already taken men. Or anyone, for that matter. He wondered if it was the pheromones at work, or just impulsive stupidity.
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