Slowly and steadily, I made my hips take a rotating course, and repeated the action while my waist went in the same direction.
I always whined while having my hands raised in the air, and so I did, raising my hand in the air and caressing his face from behind while he held my waist.
"Oh fuck," he muttered under his breath, clearly captivated. His reaction made me smile. "Will you dance every night if I ask?"
"As long as I have the energy," I replied, a smirk appearing on my lips. I paused for a moment before asking, "So what will you do in return?"
"Anything you desire," he answered.
Just then, the music came to an end, leaving an echo of its vibrant energy lingering in the air. Roman's expression shifted slightly, and he continued, "In the book, the girl danced, and what did they do after?"
A slight gulp caught in my throat; I knew precisely what he meant, but the thought hung unspoken between us.
