His hand reached out almost instinctively, brushing against hers in a crowded room. Instead of pulling away, she caught it—firm but gentle—and held it tight as if anchoring him in a place only they could share. The warmth of her grasp sent an unexpected surge through him, a reminder that connection was more than just skin deep.
Without a word, she began to lead him, guiding his hand and his body through the space until the noise of the party faded behind them. It wasn’t just a physical movement—it was an invitation to step into her world, one defined by slow moments, whispered secrets, and a magnetic closeness that pulled everything else into the background.
His heart sped as she pressed closer, her breath mingling with his, the subtle scent of her perfume wrapping around him like a promise. She didn’t need to say anything; her touch spoke volumes, telling him that here, with her, time slowed and desire deepened.
In that embrace, he felt seen, wanted, and pulled into a rhythm all their own—one where holding hands was the start of a much more intimate dance.