Strong hands encircled her waist and pulled her against a well-muscled chest.
Her head lifted and she gazed into the grey depths of his eyes, a very attractive set of eyes.
Enfolded in his arms, she had to rest her hands on his broad shoulders to keep her balance.
Candice let her eyes roam over his jet-black tuxedo. It was so nicely cut and fitted, that it molded around his body, accentuating his bulging biceps, his muscled chest, and the tapered layout of his lean torso. He spared no expense when it came to his looks. He knew he was handsome, and by all means, showed it off.
She turned around to glance at the others slow dancing on the dance floor, trying to see if anyone was watching him. If she was drawn to his s****l appeal, many other ladies who had eyes would find him attractive
