"Honest mistake? That's rich. You're probably one of those creeps who follows girls around the party, waiting for a chance to sneak in and watch. Perverted asshole—get out before I really lose it!"
I didn't move, just tilted my head slightly. "If I was a creep, I'd be acting differently. But I'm not. And for what it's worth, your dance was beautiful. Hypnotic. Like watching art come to life."
She paused, breath catching, the flush on her cheeks deepening—from anger or something else? "Don't you dare try to flatter your way out of this! What kind of sicko watches a woman dance in private and then compliments her like that? You think that makes it okay? Get. Out. Now!"
Her voice rose again, echoing off the glass walls, but there was a waver in it now, her hands trembling on the robe.
I smiled faintly, still calm. "You're right. It doesn't make it okay. I shouldn't have watched. But it was impossible to look away. You move like you own the room, the light, the air. Stunning. Truly."
