7I couldn’t stop myself from accepting Jim’s offer of a dance because the feel of his hand, and the feel of his thumb slowly caressing the back of my hand, was really having an effect on my brain. Specifically, it was seeming to short-circuit all parts of my brain responsible for reasoning and logic.
So, I soon found myself out on the dance floor with Jim, with my arms around his neck, his hands at the small of my back, and our bodies swaying gently. We didn’t even speak at first, just looked into each other’s eyes, both of us kind of smiling a bit, or maybe fighting smiles was more like it. I personally was fighting not to grin like an i***t. I’d discovered that Jim’s fresh-out-of-the-shower scent was just as heavenly as his carrying-a-woman-up-the-lane scent, and it was making me a bit
