romanctic

See, this is the thing._ He leans closer. __e kissing you, you disappearing, that__ my nightmare.

Dance, cher?_ he asks, his blue eyes playful. I nod and he pulls me gently into his arms. He__ warm. We sway to the music and the gentle rocking of the boat. His hand rests on the small of my back, in that sweet spot that makes you feel feminine and protected and adored all at once.