Chapter Eighteen

The sparkling grand chandelier illuminates the whole dancefloor. Azrael, still in Jaoqium’s arms, stare at him. It was one of the times she wanted to disappear, but she wouldn’t do it instead she would be real, “Get off of me, jackass.” she said while staring directly in his eyes.

“No, I won’t.” he smirked and said teasingly, “I didn’t realize until now how much I wanted to hold you.”

Azrael frowned in cringe. The fact that they were moving slowly with the people dancing around them makes Azrael so uneasy. Azrael felt his hands push her to him closer. She rolled her eyes at him, “I won’t repeat it again, let me go.” she said to him.

He locked her in his arms while they dance. To prevent the awkwardness, Azrael just plainly put her hands on his chest while struggling and gently pushing him, “Not gonna happen.” he replied while still flashing a grin. She forgot how good he was on going with the flow with girls.

Azrael have left no choice but to step on his feet, he was surprised and