“They’re looking at you.”
While Audrey seems to think that he is the best thing in the world, Dale knows better. It was the captivating young woman on his arm that drew the attention. She was something else entirely, like no woman he’d ever met. She was the perfect mix of perfection and reality, of beauty and wit, of confidence and humility. One could say she was the woman of his dreams, and every other man on the planet. Yet some how she was enthralled with him. He could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at him like she would never let him go. No one has looked at him like that, with such possession, or with such love. He was hers, and she could have done with him what she wished. He probably would have commited a crime if she asked him to.
“They’re probably wondering why your dancing with me and not the handsome young business man Mr. Wheeler.”
❝ Mmm, ❞ Audrey scrunches her nose at the thought of John Justice Wheeler. ❝ He’s just like my father, it’d never work out---besides I’m spoken for. ❞ Daringly, she takes a step to close what little gap there is between their bodies as they twirl softly around the floor. Her hand have since worked their way up to wrap around his neck. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Everyone already calls Audrey Horne is a flirt.
❝ I see quite a few girls eyeing you, ❞ Her head lays against the breast of his suit, she’s watching every female in the room. She doesn’t watch out of jealousy or anything like that--- no. Dale Cooper loves her ( that she’s more than sure of ). If anything she watches for their reactions. She’s the luckiest woman in the world, after all.
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