“So you have not come here in four years?”
Myra inhaled, closing her eyes as the Professor finally leaned his forehead against hers, his fingers on her waist pressing in a little more.
They were spiraling round the square now, in their own world, as the tempo of the piano sound increased, and increased.
They were no longer slow dancing, but twirling round and round like a happy twirl of ribbons.
Their feet did not miss the beat even once, even when the tempo of the song kept climbing without warning.
She had one of her calves wedged against Professor Cal’s now, and they moved as one.
He exhaled slowly, with his eyes still pinned on hers, their foreheads touching, he finally gave a response.
“Ourania was only worth sharing with Cassie, till tonight.”
Myra stared at him, her eyes a
