*(Audra's POV, past)*
The music swayed us gently, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I rested my head against Chris's shoulder. His arms held me close, steady and warm, his movements unhurried as if he wanted to stretch this moment for as long as possible. I didn't mind—I wanted to stretch it too.
"I don't think I've ever seen you dance before," I murmured, my lips barely brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
Chris let out a quiet chuckle. "That's because I've been saving it for the right moment."
I smiled, tightening my hold around his waist. "Good choice."
