Becoming the Luna Chapter 55

Virgil carefully guides through to the tables and chairs set at one end and I gratefully sit, feeling a bit dizzy from the people and the crowd milling around.

"You look like you need a drink." He observes, hovering over in concern.

I want to tell him not really but he looks really worried about my drowsy expression, I want to tell him that it's just my introvert acting up at having to be outside and with people but he looks like he really wants to get the drink so I nod.

I shrink into myself when he strides powerfully through the ballroom, my gaze is fixed on him and I'm not surprised when this is the sa with more than half the occupants, it's Virgil after all.

He looks at ho in the trench coat and knee-high boots like he's worn them all his life, a slight smile on his dashing face as he makes his way back to , for a couple of minutes I forget about my social anxiety and just sit there being proud as hell of my date.

"Hi baby, missed ?" Virgil drawls, when he gets back, kissing my forehead before sitting beside .

My brain stops working for a couple of seconds and I just sit gaping at him.

"Hayden?" He calls in worry, waving his hand in front of my face.

I blink furiously. "S-Sorry, I spaced out a bit, thanks." I murmur to him accepting the drink. "I didn't have the ti to miss you anyway, you were just gone a couple of minutes."

"What are you both doing here sitting down?" Shana crashes into our table in her usual energetic way, stringing Mae along. "Let's go dance, here Virgil, dance with Mae first, I want to dance with Hay."

Before any of us can react to her decision making, she has already latched onto my hand and is pulling to the dance floor.

"Do you think it's safe to leave Mae with Virgil?" I can't help asking Shana when she finally finds a position that she thinks is perfect.

"Virgil knows that I know where he sleeps, he'll behave." She shrugs and we start swaying gently to the music. "So how are you enjoying the dance?"

I shake my attention from a couple beside us that are dancing vigorously to look at her. "It's it's fine." I trail vaguely, slightly distracted with everything going on.

The lights dim and more people move to the dance floor, it feels claustrophobic and I really want my bedroom right about now.

"Mind if I cut in." Dale's silky voice halts my impending panic episode and I look up to see leaf green eyes flash out of a handso face.

"This is going to get killed but I have no qualms sacrificing for the greater good." Shana says seriously, fluidly handing over to Dale who doesn't hesitate before replacing her.

I just stare after a retreating Shana with an open-mouthed expression, she did not just do this to .

"Hey, Hayden." Dale murmurs to , pulling close to him with an arm around my waist and the other entangled with mine. "You look good."

I look up at his face and instantly regret my decision, he has a smirk on his handso face, green eyes glinting and I wonder why I never et normal people, no everyone I et has to look at ho at a model photoshoot.

I gulp, self-conscious of how close we are. "Hi, Dale." I whisper in return, it's lucky that the lights are dimr because I'm a hideous shade of red.

We start to move around in tight circles which is basically what everyone is doing, my second hand that isn't held in Dale's warm grip is resting on the lapels of his Royal blue coat.

I didn't have the ti or presence of mind to appreciate his outfit when we first ca in because Elise had a way of making lose concentration by just existing, he's in Royal blue and white colors and although the colors suit him, I'm pretty sure he'd have never had worn them on his own.

He's well over a foot taller than and I'm wishing I wore heeled boots because looking up at him only to see him almost leaning over with that look in his eyes couldn't be good for my ntal health, I lose sight of the people around us, well I wasn't looking at them to begin with so I don't notice us getting closer to the middle of the dance floor.

Not until Dale spins around and catches with an arm around , my balance off-kilter, there's a smattering of applause like the rest of the ballroom can't really tell what happened but it looked cool enough for them.

Still in that slanted position, I turn my head to the side to bury my face in Dale's chest and make a strangled sound.

He's still content to leave like this but he leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Sorry, that was unexpected."

His low voice makes shut my eyes tighter and I want to tell him that, that's not actually the problem here but I don't get that far.

A shadow looms over and instinctively I turn my head to look at who it could be, and I have to say that I am not surprised at all who it turns out to be.

Virgil...

"Thank you for watching over my date." He says curtly to Dale. "Can I have him back?" He asks with stiff courtesy.

Dale chooses this mont to right my position and I go falling against him as he does this, my balance non-existent. "Of course." Dale says with that sa dark politeness but he makes no move to give back, instead, he leans forward to place a fleeting kiss at the junction where my neck ets my face and I feel my cheeks light up.

"So other ti, Hay." He whispers, eventually handing over and strides off through the dancing crowd.

The giddy feeling swirling around in my tummy is short-lived because I see Elise glaring at from a short distance away, she had most likely bumped into her date because she was draped all over him and I wonder if she had seen dancing with him.

"What are you looking at?" Virgil asks, replacing Dale's position.

I drag my gaze away from Elise's nacing look and gulp. "N-Nothing." I stutter softly, looking away.

He hums at this content to just move around gently with , I'm starting to get tired from standing straight through three dances so when this one cos to an end I don't hesitate before I lean up to Virgil.

I frown, because he has to lean his head forward for to get to his ear even though I'm standing on my tippy toes. When did I get so short?

"I need to get a drink, I'll et you at our table." I say, already making a move to slip away.

His hold on tightens and I look up at him in surprise - mistake! Big mistake! - Virgil staring at you with full attention is brain-damaging and that's why he's saying sothing but I can't hear him.

"Huh?" I mutter, confused.

He pulls even closer - unnecessary in my opinion - and buries his face in the crook of my neck, just to whisper his previous words that I was too distracted staring at his face to listen to.

"I said, why don't you go on to our table and I'll get a drink for you."

I have to consciously remind myself to listen to him and not get overwheld by the tickling sensations of his mouth so close to my ear.

I frown up at him, tapping his side so that he would lean forward for . "But you got it for the first ti." I complain pettishly. "I want to get it for myself this ti."

"Fine." He accepts grudgingly. "But you promise that as soon as you get your drink you'll co back?" He asks seriously.

I shrug at this. "I might want to freshen up at the restroom." I say vaguely not missing the way his brows furrow at this and I find myself reassuring him. "I won't take long I promise, I'll be back before you know it." I say to his face, the music is turned down low to signal a new dance and with a different dance cos the lighting up of the ballroom again.

Like Virgil had anticipated it, or maybe he didn't because it's at that exact mont he's leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my lips. "If you're not back on five, I'm coming for you." He says lowly, letting go.

I've never moved so fast in my entire short life of seventeen years, my hands are thrown over my ears in mortification, I almost want to forget about the drink and go straight to the restroom but my dry throat says otherwise.

I don't look back when I start for the makeshift bar at the far end of the ballroom, I can clearly feel the eyes on and I hope I don't trip over my anxiety and kill myself.