When nighttime came, he was first to be on the bed since Amelia used the lavatory last. When she got out, she was on a sheer nightgown, framing her frame perfectly. His eyes followed her every move around the room. She went to the drawers to fix her clothes then to the dressing table to comb her hair. All the while, he was immobile on the bed, his body covered with the blanket. Their eyes met on the reflection and Amelia tilted her head as if in question.
"I know that look. What is it that's bothering you?"
He stood up and made his way to her. All the while, never looking away at her reflection and she as well. His hand rested on her shoulder and he kissed her on her hair.
"Will you dance with me?" he said, slipping his hand in front of her.
Amelia smiled. "So sudden?"
"I just thoug
