I put my hand into his and looked up at him, sealing forever into my heart the way he was looking at me as I gave myself over to him, letting him lead me through a waltz.
"We've danced this dance before, to this song, haven't we?" I asked. "When?"
He dipped me in answer, and I gasped.
"Perhaps. Perhaps I was a man afraid he'd be kicking himself every day for the rest of his life if he didn't ask a beautiful woman to dance."
I stared up at him, just like I had that night. No, not exactly. This time I was completely lost to the idea of not staring.
"Don't stare too long, I might get the wrong idea," I whispered, as he pulled me back up slowly.
"Well, I should hope so," he said, kissing me slowly, before opening his mouth and letting me in completely.
His mouth wasn't angry, jealous, h
