From my current WIP, a dark paranormal - Soul Reavers: Tori
The moment she stepped onto the balcony, Tori moved away from Nikolai’s touch and rounded on him. "What has gotten into you?"
Nikolai stalked toward her like a panther, a wicked grin curving his lips up on one side. "Misha, we could be good together. You and I."
The railing pressed against her bottom and Tori cursed her involuntary retreat. "I'm not interested, Nikolai. You know that."
He stopped and shook his head. "Such a waste, Misha. You are too young to have given up on love."
Tori gave an unlady like [unladylike] snort and her muscles relaxed. Nikolai posed her no threat. "What you propose has nothing to do with love."
He lifted his hands in mock defeat. "Still, it could be fun. No?"
"I've chosen my path, Nikolai. There is no room for entanglements. Of any kind."
"And yet, you were in love. Once." [He knows this, she knows it, and this isn't about love anyway, so why say it? Oh, right, we don't know it. But we can infer it from his next line.]
Tori bristled. "I was young and naive."
Nikolai leaned close and purred in her ear. "You still pine for him, Misha. I can feel it."
As it always did when her temper flared, her skin grew hot and her fingertips burned. "Don't presume to know what I feel, Nikolai." She took several deep breaths and the soft glow that had already begun to infuse her skin, receded[,] along with the burn. "I may have thought I was in love. Once. But, one night changed all that. "I changed." And he left.
Well done. Better that information be conveyed in dialogue than in a narrator's info-dump, but not if both people talking already know the info.