Sebastian could’ve danced there for hours, marveling at the perfect fit of her in his arms, intoxicated by the breath of hers he shared, lost by the depths of her eyes whenever they drew close, but alas, her breath grew a bit labored, even as she tried not to show, her steps a little sloppier, and it was only then that he’d realized that she was a little tipsy. He’d seen the shattered glass of wine at the terrace, he hadn’t thought she’d been the one drinking.
He slowed their tempo, until they came to a graceful halt. His hands lingered on her waist, steadying her as she caught her breath. He could feel the slight unsteadiness in her stance, so he was reluctant to let go.
For a moment, they stood close, the music fading into the background as the world seemed to shrink down to just the
