The Dance

Azalea

I looked up into his handsome face as he held his hand out to me. "Dance with me," he had said. I hesitated only a moment before taking his hand and standing up, leaving my shawl at the table. It was the perfect temp in her so I didn't need it.

He moved to the middle of the room and pulled me close, placing both our hands together on his chest above his heart while the other wrapped around to rest on my hip. I wrapped my hand around his back and together we slowly swayed around the room. The candles flickered around throwing shadows around the room that only enhanced the atmosphere.

I had never felt safer or more at home then at this very moment like my body knew this was home. I felt him brush soft kisses along my neck and shoulder as we moved in sync. I wish this night would never have to end and we could stay like this - all the bad things that awaited us left outside those doors.

"Your tattoos. Tell me about them," he asked huskily, nibbling where my neck a