168. The tragedy of our life

Roger instantly let go of my hand and placed it in Marcus’ awaiting palm. “She’s all yours, Mark.” He then looked at me, “See you later, Kiara.” 

Once Marcus snaked his hand around my waist, he pulled me against his chest and stared down at me. He had an unreadable expression on his face as he said, “So..” He started, “If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked me.” 

“I was going to, but you had other business to take care of.” 

He frowned to himself for a heartbeat before he realized what I was saying. An apologetic look crossed his face, “Right. My bad.” He said, “I wasn’t aware you liked to dance.”