No pressure.
Just…this.
For once, the world outside the door doesn’t feel like it’s closing in.
For once, it’s quiet.
Her body relaxes slightly against mine as we fall into rhythm.
Not perfect.
Not practiced.
But natural.
I glance down at her.
“You nervous?” I ask.
She exhales softly. “Yes.”
Honest.
I nod once. “Good.”
Her brows pull together slightly. “Good?”
“If you weren’t, I’d be concerned.”
A faint huff of amusement leaves her.
We continue moving, slower now.
Closer.
The conversation drifts without force.
“You don’t like events like this,” she says after a moment.
It’s not a question.
“No,” I answer.
“Too many eyes?”
“Too many intentions,” I correct.
She nods slightly, like she understands exactly what I mean.
“Everyone will be watching tonight,” she says.
“They already are,” I reply.
Her fingers tighten slightly in mine. “And if something goes wrong?”
I stop just for a second—just enough to make her look up at me. “Then we handle it.”
Simple.
