Gideon
"Amelie, right? Would you care to dance?" I held out my hand and tried to keep a smile on my face as I waited for her to reply.
She looked up at me, confused and at a loss for words. I probably would be too. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. She smiled softly and, with a slight nod, took my hand. I heard her whisper, "sure."
I led her out to the dance floor still unsure of what I was doing or why. I just felt a pull toward her all day. I could pick up on the slightest hint of honeysuckle - it wasn't sickly sweet or overpowering but comforting.
I took her hand in mine and placed the other on the small of her back; it seemed to be a bit higher as she was quite the petite lady. I was perplexed as to what was pulling me to her. I knew she had a mate; I could see the
