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He snapped his mouth shut. He couldn’t think straight. He needed to get away, but this waltz was never ending, and the music would play in his head forevermore. “Do not mistake my shock for desire,” he warned her, yet he held her tighter, lying to them both. 

“I hardly think I’m mistaken. Look at you." She smiled; her lips parted slightly as she tilted her head upward. A glutton for punishment, he bent to meet her, letting the warmth of her breath tickle his ear. “You can scarcely breathe.” 

The hair stood on the back of his neck. The music stopped. She stepped back, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to appear collected.