He came to stand behind her as she looked out the window.
Her body hummed in anticipation just with him being close to her.
Then soft fingers stroked a strand of hair from her cheek. They hesitated, trailed long sweeping paths down her neck, over her shoulders, slow, oh so slow, like the rest of this dance had been.
It tingled as they brushed the skin of her arms, across the sensitive underside of a wrist, till they found their twins, and pushed slowly but deliberately through until hands were joined.
She knew she shouldn’t.
But she was already lost.
