His grip around her wrist was gentle, if she wanted to be freed she could simply twist her wrist out of his hand without any effort, instead she remained still when she felt him move closer, didn't move or say a word when his breath fanned a spot behind her ear.
Her eyes shut closed on their accord and her breathing picked up. Nerves skidded up her spine.
"Dance with me." The words were a deep whisper that caused tickles behind her ear where his breath landed, those tickles rushed through her veins straight to her heart making it beat even faster.
He wanted a dance with her?
Celine's eyes snapped open, shock visible in their riveting blue depths. She quickly turned around, her eyes gazing into his questioningly but he didn't utter another word, it felt like there were no words needed between them. He held her hand in his and led her towards the dance floor.
Why did he suddenly want to dance with her?
