"As the day is long and the sky is blue, I find myself hopelessly in love with you."
When a fateful stalled elevator brings an intoxicating stranger into the life of Doctor Elliot Kingsley, there is scarce little he can do to stay away from her. Eve...
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In my lifetime, I've danced with approximately six guys.
Two of them were my cousins at various family weddings, two of them my friends when we were all randomly dancing after some event in university.
I can disregard those because we were just having fun. They didn't require or demand or create any intimacy.
The fifth was with the previous and only other person I've been on a first date or any date with.
The sixth one is Elliot.
Of all six encounters, I can confidently say that it's never been this intimate.
Even back at Ray's wedding, when we danced together, it seemed as if the world dissipated around us.
Now, standing this close to Elliot as he sways us, despite there being absolutely no music, it's the same exciting, yet calming feeling.
His hand is on my waist and with his other, he holds mine.
"Something's missing, isn't it?" I whisper, almost afraid to break the moment.
Elliot chuckles. "Where's your imagination, Disney Princess, hmm?"
I laugh at his idiocy.
We sway quietly for a while longer before Elliot begins to softly hum a melody near my ear.
It's only two seconds before I recognize it as probably the most iconic song in The Sleeping Beauty. In his lilting tone, Elliot hums Once Upon a Dream to me.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head forward until my forehead meets his shoulder.
My nose pressed into his shirt, I can smell him so acutely, but I can't for the life of me place what the scent is. I decide that it doesn't matter when it just smells so wonderful.
Elliot's mouth is close to my ear.
I can feel his breath as he exhales.
I almost don't hear him when he breathes out, "Happy."
"What?" I ask, pulling my head back and looking up at him.
Elliot gazes back at me, his mouth slightly open, almost as if I took him by surprise. "Are you happy?" he asks, "That you came out tonight?"
"Increasingly," I nod, making Elliot smile. "I always enjoy a free meal. We should do it more often."
"Tomorrow?" Elliot pitches instantly.
When I take a moment to think, Elliot squeezes the hand of mine that's in his. "I suppose I could manage that," I say, thoughtfully.
Then, I stop.
Elliot stops moving. "Something wrong?"
Looking up at him, slowly, I take my hand out of his grasp.
