T25 Round 2 - Lithe (Victoria)

He is quick, this Edward, but he is no match for me. My body is precision and speed given form, and I revel in the immediate response of my muscles as we dance.

My mind is intent on my options, so many choices I could make, so many ways to go. It is as supple as my limbs, able to bend at will.

Above all, I must keep him from guessing my truth.

His eyes narrow, and I dart to the right. The thought was too close; he wonders what I meant.

He chases. I swerve.

Straight for his lover.