[ He feels the tempo drop, the DJ switching to a slow-dance mix, lights flashing in corresponding bursts of color. He'd conceded to one song, and it's over now. Tempting as it is to escape back into the music, unmoored to anything but her hand in his, it's time for him to go. ]
[ But he doesn't make his withdrawal abrupt. His free hand eases around her waist. He draws her in, close enough to feel her warm breath on his coolish skin. He has to talk right into her ear to be heard. His lips brush the rim lightly; it can't rightly be called a kiss, but the touch is deliberate, to show that he means no cruel distancing. ]
I have to go. [ It's quiet, but not dismissive, in the way someone might say: I'll see you later. ] Have fun.
[ At least as much of it as can be managed in a place like this. The noise, the crowds, the headiness and hormones aren't his idea of relaxing. But most people would say assembling dirty-bombs or rigging a complex alarm system indoors aren't their ideas of fun either. ]
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[ But he doesn't make his withdrawal abrupt. His free hand eases around her waist. He draws her in, close enough to feel her warm breath on his coolish skin. He has to talk right into her ear to be heard. His lips brush the rim lightly; it can't rightly be called a kiss, but the touch is deliberate, to show that he means no cruel distancing. ]
I have to go. [ It's quiet, but not dismissive, in the way someone might say: I'll see you later. ] Have fun.
[ At least as much of it as can be managed in a place like this. The noise, the crowds, the headiness and hormones aren't his idea of relaxing. But most people would say assembling dirty-bombs or rigging a complex alarm system indoors aren't their ideas of fun either. ]