[She might love the words, but he doesn't need to hear more than that. Tipping his head down, he gently brushes her hair aside to kiss her forehead again. After tucking the strand behind her ear, he drops his hand to wrap both arms around her waist as they shift to the beat.
Slow songs, he decides, are something he likes. It's as much of a dance as it is an embrace.]
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Slow songs, he decides, are something he likes. It's as much of a dance as it is an embrace.]