She looked stunning.
And very, very happy.
It was closing in on the end of the evening, and Battle and I were on the dance floor.
He’d changed into a tux, and he looked dashing.
I was wearing a flowy, long dress with big purple flowers on it. It had a feminine, frilly ruff around the neck that formed the halter, leaving my shoulders and entire back bare.
And as I swayed in Battle’s arms, he took advantage of that exposed skin by skating his fingers up and down my spine.
It was affecting, but mostly it was affectionate.
With me in my heels, we fit perfectly.
He was a good lead.
And I was so intent on being in his arms, I wasn’t even sure what song was playing.
We were very close, with Battle holding my hand to his chest, my other arm was around his shoulders, and he’d pressed his jaw to the side of my head.
Thus, I just had to adjust it slightly to whisper in his ear, “Do you wanna know something?”
“Is it about you?” he returned my whisper.
“Yes.”
“Then, yes. I want to know everything about you.”
I closed my eyes and drew in a soft breath like I was drawing in his words to hold inside me forever.
Then I shared, “I’m maybe-probably sure that I passed out the minute I saw you because you were so hot.”
His head came up so he could look down at me. “Sorry?”
“Oh. What do you all call it? Not hot. Fit,” I amended.
“I know what you mean, darling. But I’m trying to process the delightful fact you’re telling me you fainted at first sight of me because you wanted to jump me.”
I couldn’t even be annoyed at his interpretation, because it was the correct one.
Though, I gave him an alternate scenario that was definitely fantastical, and only maybe true.
“Also, there might be paranormal activity at The Downs that had me in its thrall.”
He put his jaw to my temple and said, “I prefer the other option.”
I grinned. “I bet you do.”
The music ended, a fast song came on, people who loved to dance and people who were drunk off their asses flooded the dance floor, as per protocol at a wedding reception, and Battle guided me to a chair at a table.
He didn’t sit me in it.
He sat in it and pulled me into his lap.
Definitely.
He was the best chair ever.
