Somehow it didn’t seem like his words were getting across the way he wanted them too and it made him wonder how much breath he was wasting with saying them. Although, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about or even touch base especially since the two of them were supposed to head back inside to a party where they had to act as if the other didn’t exist and it created a tension in his shoulders, having to witness her date dance with her and do all the things he couldn’t do in the public with her especially since whatever this was… it was real. At least that’s how he was looking at it.
“Sure,” his voice was soft. “We can meet at the bar. No one will be there, it’s the perfect place… unless you want to meet at my place.” The invitation slipping from his lips without him thinking much about it especially since her coming over was something he wanted. Not because he wanted to get another roll in the sheets with but he wanted to prove to her that this was much more than another conquest. She wasn’t like the rest of them, someone he wasn’t serious about. Once she started to go on about how her siblings would notice she was missing, his hands dropped from her face down to the sides of her neck. “Yeah I know… I’m just takin’ a few more seconds.”
“I’m counting on it.” It was true. Throughout the night, the male planned on glancing in her direction to see if she would be looking back. There was a dreadful sinking feeling in the depths of his chest as the end of their little sneak away together was coming to an end. Of course, a part of him felt over the fucking moon but the hesitation coming from her had him double guessing what he had assumed was happening between them and her next set of words were icing on the cake.
“ - right,” he cleared his throat, pulling his head away from hers and dropping his hands down to his side. “Just fun.” He cleared his throat, putting his hands into his pockets. “You should probably leave first,”
A small part of her wondered if they left now, would anyone really notice? If they snuck off into the night and it made it their own, rather than a shared distance across a ballroom. Though even without saying it aloud, she knew just how naive the idea was, no matter how much she wished it. Because they weren't just anyone, and they both had reputations to uphold, even if she hated the mere idea. And thus her fantasy of disappearing into the evening was left to mere daydream, her gaze now settled on Clayton.
Though as they parted, she couldn't help but note his expression. The slight furrowing of his brows, and the way his tone had dropped. Only speaking once again to repeat her own phrase, and Colette was left to wonder if she had messed up. And so before she could overthink her next actions, the petite brunette reached out towards him. "Clay," One hand rested against his arm as she urged him closer, only to take a careful step onto the banister of the balcony. "--it's more." The whispered promise escaped her lips as her weight shifted, and she used the extra height the step offered to meet his lips.
It was a chaste kiss, though she ran the length of her nose against his own for a moment. "So much more." Pressing one arm around his shoulders, she gently placed yet another kiss against his cheek before pulling back. "I don't know how to do this, but just know, there's no one else I'd stare at across the room alright." Pressing her lips together she turned, her other hand still grasping his own as she took a few steps back, extending their intertwined hands. "And I'll see you tonight," Meeting his gaze, she smiled as she gave his hand one last squeeze. "--better not keep me waiting, Baker." And with that, she released and turned to enter back into the party.
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