He'd seen the tear. It was the only explanation for his hand being there, just like that. It stayed there, as if it was expecting to have more. Nia wasn't that kind of a girl. She refused to cry quite so publicly.

As it was, it didn't matter, because things then moved so quickly into the kiss. And that that hand had found its way to her cheek. Her eyelids were relaxed and closed, and she barely noticed the fact she was standing more comfortably than she had when it started. Her mind had gone blissfully blank for those seconds, and nothing else mattered. It would have been pretty perfect. And it was in its way - if one could block out the nagging guilt as it ended.

Nia couldn't.

She let her gaze raise from his chest to his eyes, trying to take in what had just happened. He was doing the same thing back to her. Her hand still held on to him, and grapsed her fingers into the fabric of his shirt subconsciously.

Inevitable? Was it? Maybe this evening had been building up to it. Fate bounced around in her head. It still didn't make what she'd done right, and a sinking feeling went through her stomach.

"I'm sorry." She said simply. "I overstepped the mark. And understand if you hate me."

She fully expected him to. She knew he had a girlfriend. Flirting, one thing. But what'd she'd just done? That was why she shouldn't follow her heart. All sorts of trouble. She hung her head, shamefully. Bad Nia. Bad, bad Nia.

Despite still clinging on, she looked to the door. "I could go, if you'd like..." Dancing was probably off the cards now.