"Anne, wait Anne!"
Eric's voice cut through the buzz of the music, but Anne didn't stop. Her heels clacked furiously against the marble floor as she pushed through the side door into the garden. The night air hit her hard cold and unwelcome but not as biting as the thoughts racing through her mind.
He was behind her in seconds.
"You always do this," she snapped, not turning to face him.
"Do what?" Eric asked, breathless.
She finally spun, eyes glassy. "Follow me. Say nothing. Then act like you've never looked at me the way you do."
Eric clenched his jaw. "You have a boyfriend."
"Don't you dare say his name right now," she hissed, stepping closer. "Because we both know this isn't about him."
Eric's heart pounded. God, she looked beautiful in red. And furious. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips trembling not with fear, but with restraint. Just like the last time.
"I didn't mean for that kiss to happen," he said quietly.
