"Dance with me, unless you want me to do something inappropriate to you right here,"
Marc didn’t think those words would work like magic, she had given up trying to push him away and they danced to a few songs. He badly wanted to understand his feelings, somehow he knew, it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing.
He knew it was deeper than that yet he was scared to admit, he didn't want history to repeat itself. He woke up, feeling oddly refreshed and giddy for no reason as he takes his time getting ready for work.
“You said one dance… this is the third song, let me go,” she frowns as she tugs her hand but Marc held firmly as he smiled instead, making Amaya blink, “I did say one dance but I didn’t say how many songs, did I?” she scowls as she faces away from him, making him chuckle.
“I’d
