Agnes
I placed my hand in Elijah’s, my heart fluttering in my chest as he led me down the steps from the stage. The crowd parted, forming a circle around the dance floor. His arm slipped around my waist, drawing me close.
It still amazed me just how perfectly our bodies fit together.
And then we were moving, gliding across the polished floor as if we’d danced together a thousand and one times before. Elijah led me with such ease that I didn’t even need to think about the moves—I just let him guide me around the floor, our footsteps so light that we were practically floating.
“Where did you learn to dance like this?” I murmured, surprised by how easily we moved together.
Elijah smirked. “I may have taken a few lessons over the past couple of months. Just to brush up on m
