[ Even without looking, she can feel his eyes on her and can tell it has nothing to do with "checking her out" and everything to do with checking her over. Velvet doesn't even try to hide the wound from sight and it doesn't look too bad.
A hand presses against his chest, ready to push him so that he puts her down except he's already moving. Not towards the ballroom but down the stairs. Still carrying her. Not how Velvet planned for things to go. ]
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[ Even without looking, she can feel his eyes on her and can tell it has nothing to do with "checking her out" and everything to do with checking her over. Velvet doesn't even try to hide the wound from sight and it doesn't look too bad.
A hand presses against his chest, ready to push him so that he puts her down except he's already moving. Not towards the ballroom but down the stairs. Still carrying her. Not how Velvet planned for things to go. ]
I can walk, you know.