07-28-2024, 06:32 PM
Jensen found himself slightly off-balance as Kristian's words washed over him. There was an unmistakable charm in Kristian's demeanor, a blend of friendliness and something else that Jensen couldn't quite pin down. Was it flirtation? Or was he simply overanalyzing a polite offer?
Jensen's mind raced. The casual invitation to dance, coupled with the interest in his gift, or perhaps the interest was a double entendre, left him feeling both intrigued and uncomfortable. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially from someone like Kristian, whose intentions were hard to read. Was Kristian genuinely interested, or was this simply part of the social game, or both?
"I, uh, appreciate the offer," Jensen began, his usual eloquence unmoored. "I'm not sure I'm much of a dancer, but... maybe later?” He gave a hesitant smile, trying to gauge Kristian's reaction.
As he considered the invitation to join him, Jensen was a tumbled mix of emotions. He was drawn to the idea, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Ezvin. The attraction he felt towards any man was murky and confusing, but for Ezvin, it was a little clearer, a little more straightforward. This, on the other hand, was jarring and dark. As he glanced toward the terrace’s exit, someone passed within his line of sight that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since meeting him, and with the glimpse, his emotions split into a triad of conflict. Three men, two interested, one comfortable and easy, the other uncertain and intimidating; the third was an impossibility for a hundred reasons.
"Sure, we can catch up later," Jensen said, deciding to keep things open-ended. "I'll be around."
Then he slipped back into the party, hands in his pockets, having no idea what to do.
Jensen's mind raced. The casual invitation to dance, coupled with the interest in his gift, or perhaps the interest was a double entendre, left him feeling both intrigued and uncomfortable. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially from someone like Kristian, whose intentions were hard to read. Was Kristian genuinely interested, or was this simply part of the social game, or both?
"I, uh, appreciate the offer," Jensen began, his usual eloquence unmoored. "I'm not sure I'm much of a dancer, but... maybe later?” He gave a hesitant smile, trying to gauge Kristian's reaction.
As he considered the invitation to join him, Jensen was a tumbled mix of emotions. He was drawn to the idea, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Ezvin. The attraction he felt towards any man was murky and confusing, but for Ezvin, it was a little clearer, a little more straightforward. This, on the other hand, was jarring and dark. As he glanced toward the terrace’s exit, someone passed within his line of sight that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since meeting him, and with the glimpse, his emotions split into a triad of conflict. Three men, two interested, one comfortable and easy, the other uncertain and intimidating; the third was an impossibility for a hundred reasons.
"Sure, we can catch up later," Jensen said, deciding to keep things open-ended. "I'll be around."
Then he slipped back into the party, hands in his pockets, having no idea what to do.