Jul 04 2008
May I have this dance?
He saw her through a smoky room, just her back and heard her laugh. He wanted to see her face and smile and wondered if it would affect him the way her laugh did. Every time he heard it a chill would run down his spine and he absently shook his head as if to clear it. It wasn’t helping.
She stood leaning against the balcony and her hair spilled over the edge. An animated talker, her hands waving back and forth till he could almost imagine what she was talking about. Someone called out from the dance floor and she turned, and as her face came into full view, his breath caught in his throat. Continue reading “May I have this dance?”
