His hand tangled in yours. His hand is on your hips. Twirling you around while swaying to the music. The two of you never shared many moments like this. But when it happened, you couldn’t decline.

Dutch’s breath stroked your earlobe. His strong cologne fills your nose, it was a scent you were used to by now, a scent you craved, a scent you adored.

A smile was plastered on his face, holding your body close to his. He was addicted to you. More than he’d ever admit.