She tried to stop dancing, but he pulled her along with him. Normally having him so close against him would feel like love and desire, but now she felt trapped in his embrace, unable to see his face and unable to find either her footing or her words.

...You'd best ask your fiance. There was a split second where she still didn't understand... and then she did, with horrible, agonizing clarity. Her eyes went wide as she stumbled again, but he held her tighter. For the first time since Christmas being in his arms frightened her, but this hurt so much more deeply than anything else ever had.

She opened her mouth to explain, but he wouldn't let her, so she continued to stumble through the steps, the nuzzling making her heart beat a painfully fast, jarring rhythm. She could scarcely move through the hurt and panic. It isn't like that her heart protested. There's no one but you. There's never been anyone but you. I love you. And now she was losing him to her family's plans, plans she'd been too cowardly to openly oppose.

She couldn't take the dance away from him, but the moment the music faded she pulled back to look at him, the words tumbling rapid fire from her lips. "Trent isn't my fiance! Our parents want us to get married, but I've never wanted any part of it! He's never asked me and I certainly wouldn't say yes if he did. I love you and no one else."