He placed his glass on the table, got up, and held out his hand. Bea wondered if he noticed her nervousness as she placed her hand in his. Her heart started to pound even faster as he, rather cautiously, placed his hands around her waist. He was taller than her and his broad chest felt as if it were inviting her in. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, and slowly, they began to move. She could smell his cologne and recognised the scent, a sensual blend of Bergamot and Jasmine, her favourite.

A little more into the song she felt him become more relaxed, and he gently rested his head against hers. Bea’s body automatically responded to his touch by moving closer, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat and her own breathing deepened to its rhythm. He felt warm as her body melted against his. The quiet, seductive, yet innocent language of their movement were the only words spoken between them.