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His hands slipped to mine as we danced to the music swaying with the breeze and the beat, he held my waist with one as he held my hand with the other. I moved slowly memorizing the steps and following the lead of Nolan, a well dancer.

The music began to get louder as we laughed and sang along with the happy beats and the tone of the songs. It had been 1 week since Nolan and I had left for our honeymoon, the time we all needed and dancing to music late at night night was something that kept us alive among other things.

"You are a beautiful dancer", he whispered into my ear as a slower song was being sung and played by a single guitar.

"I'm just following my master over here", I kissed his lips thanking him for not letting me embarrass myself in front of the townsfolk. This song was slower, he slow danced and twirled me around. His breath hitched as my head rested on his shoulder, he held me softly as I felt that security I urned to feel, but only I felt it with him, that crazy madde