Evolving Goals

Eve~

I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as we swayed on the dance floor. I couldn't bear his intense gaze, so I avoided it. The heat radiating off him was enough. Why was he suddenly on edge? Everything had been alright just a moment ago.

"Look at me, princess," his voice slashed through my thoughts. I couldn't afford his ire again, so I raised my head hesitantly. I was met with his inscrutable expression.

I frowned, unsure. "What's wrong?"

He quirked a dark brow. "What do you mean?"

Was he not angry? I bit my lip. It seemed I was wrong. I looked up again to see him watching me, expectant. "Why are you being... nice?" I found myself asking.

His lips curved into a half-smile. "Nice," he echoed the word as though tasting it. "Is that what you think this is?"