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Moira

He swirls me around and when I stop spinning I am standing in the center of an immaculate ballroom. Music sounds from overhead, swirling around us and he pulls me into his arms, moving gracefully with me around the floor.  I feel like I'm in that ballroom scene in Beauty and the Beast.

His hands are splayed across my back and he holds my front pressed tightly against his, so that every movement of his legs brushes against mine, igniting fires deep within me. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”