#Chapter 102: A Dance to Remember

Agnes & Elijah Agnes Gertrude’s grin was nothing short of impish as she shoved me and Elijah together. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I had ever seen the often meek librarian’s eyes flare with such mischief behind those glasses. My heart pounded as I glanced up at Elijah, his warm body pressed against mine. He was staring at me. Oh, Goddess, he was staring at me. “I guess that means we’re supposed to dance,” he murmured, dipping his head so he could speak into my ear. His breath was far too warm and far too sultry against my skin. I flushed. Deeply. “I guess so,” I replied, looking over to glare at Gertrude. But she was gone. Elijah’s hands settled on my hips as we began to tentatively move to the music. The beat was slow and sultry, the kind that made your body sway almost instinctively. I could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of my skirt, the press of his abdomen flush against my chest. We were close. Too close. But not a single shr