His heart beat against her breast in time with her own. One arm about her waist, the sleeve of his black jacket indistinguishable from the black sheath embracing her.
They floated around the dance floor as one. The orchestral notes weaving a spell of desire.
A whisper so soft. "Don't let go..."
The final notes faded, overcome by the insistant shrill of dream's end. They are drawn away from each other. Fingers lingering, tracing the curve of cheek, sweep of lips.
Each committing the other to memory as they are pulled apart.
"I'll come back for you."
"I'll be waiting."
Joining Leeroy for the 100 Word Song. The 100 words inspired by Mumford and Sons’ I Will Wait.