It was past midnight. The house is enveloped in a comfortable silence as you sneak down to the kitchen to grab a late night snack. You open the fridge, its light illuminating the dark kitchen as you dig through it. Suddenly, you hear the radio flick on, and a soft, slow song fills the air. Before you can register anything, you feel your boyfriend's arms wrap around your waist from behind, you feel his warm breath against your neck as he mumbles in a deep voice

"Care to dance, cara?"