Bora pushed Riki against the wall, her eyes cold. "You think you can keep up with me?" Riki smirked, stepping closer. "I don't need to keep up, Bora. I'm already ahead." She leaned in, her breath brushing his ear. "Keep pushing me, and you'll regret it." Riki's grip on her wrist tightened. "I like a good challenge."

She was supposed to hate dancing with him. But now, every move feels like a question. Every glance, like a maybe.