  Clair De Lune    5. Dance  Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 922  
Review this Chapter  My left hand rested on his broad shoulder
and he still had my right hand in his grasp. His right hand slid
from my shoulder to my hip and I flinched at the movement. The
violins started and the harps played the sweetest sound. Our
feet were moving at the exact rhythm. I knew this dance as the
back of my hand where a lot of other things were too. He seemed
very - more than I expected - comfortable with being so close to
me. I was so nervous I had to keep my eyes down at his chest -
that sounds wrong but true - the whole time. He squeezed my hand
and I automatically looked up in instinct. He was smiling down
at me with much radiance. I was so wary that I was going to fall
from his beauty.  I knew I was beautiful but I was probably
hideous compared to him. Or maybe I was just exaggerating... I
didn't know and I really didn't care. For some odd reason I felt
an electric pull to him and I didn't care about anything else. I
had this s