Abby
The thumping bass pulses through my body as Karl and I sway together on the crowded dance floor.
His hands span my waist, guiding my hips to move in time with his to the rhythmic music. I revel in the solid warmth of his torso pressed to my back, his breath fanning over the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“I missed this,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my skin. “Dancing with you…”
I smirk a bit. “Me too.”
In this moment, lost in our own world amidst the energetic crowd, it feels exactly as it did years ago when we were newlyweds. Back when the only thing that existed was each other and the way our bodies fit together so perfectly.
I twist around in Karl’s arms to face him, my lips curving into a contented smile. His own mouth tilts up at the corners, his eyes
