36. Making it possible
Mel That gorgeous and mysterious Elf asked me to dance with him again. I could see he was already tipsy, if not drunk, but even inebriated he looked very dignified and imposing; there was something about him that made my insides melt. I knew it was wrong and I am mated, but I couldn’t change how I feel. “Princess Melinda, please, only one dance.” His rich voice echoed. It sounded familiar and thrilling at the same time. Goddess, I feel like a jumpy teenager. Even Liv would be ashamed of my foolish behaviour. “Please.” He asked again, holding out his hand for me. Something inside me didn’t allow me to say no. I took his hands and I swear that for a second I could feel some tingles. It is only my imagination; I have also had some Fairy Wine and it was for sure clouding my sense
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