There was nothing about this that didn't make me want to kiss her everywhere. Touch with my lips what I'd touched with my hands. But it was just a dance, I told myself, and there was nothing wrong with dancing with her. I wasn't doing anything so very wrong, so long as it was just dancing. Of this I kept trying to convince myself, as I came up behind her again. With her back to me, she waited expectantly, determined not to be surprised this time.
"If you aren't supposed to dance this dance with just anyone, who have you danced it with? You seem well acquainted with it," she said, immediately tensing up.
I slipped my arms around her waist, holding her tighter than last time. "Would you be glad to know that this is my first time, too, Lady Beaumont?"
"Impossible."
"It's true," said my mo
