You sat back in your chair, your corsage already wilting on the table as you watched the other couples swaying together on the dance floor. You’d told your date that your feet hurt, blaming your choice in high heels to avoid being pressed up against him for the slow dance. Objectively there was nothing wrong with the guy. He was polite, good looking, slightly shy and awkward, but nice enough.

When he’d asked you to the dance, you’d agreed easily, figuring at least you’d be surrounded by friends if the date was a dud. Somehow though, even surrounded by everyone you knew, you felt lonelier than ever. Sitting there, watching your friends happy with their dates was only reminding you that last year you’d been that happy. You’d had the perfect night with your perfect date-Rafe. And now, you two were like strangers. You were settling for sneaking glances at him across the dance floor.

“Princess” his deep voice breaks into your thoughts, he’s leaning down to whisper into your ear, his breath stirring the familiar longing you always in his presence. “Dance with me”

Round and around and around and around we go

Rafe holds his hand out to you, his eyes giving nothing away. You accept his hand, allowing him to lead you towards the dance floor. Your bodies instinctively know how to move together, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces.

not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move

The closeness to you is already effecting him. Rafe had been stupid to think he’d ever love anyone else but you. He’d found himself searching for you in everyone he dated since. His hand slides down the small of your back tugging your body even closer to his. Smirking as he felt the way your body shivered under his touch.

“Did you really think I could ever forget you, princess?” His free hand reaches up to tilt your chin towards him, his thumb brushing against your full bottom lip. He’s searching your face now, like he’s trying to memorize it. Like he can’t quite believe you’re saying in his arms again.