He aligns their bodies up a little closer; the hand at her shoulder snakes down her dress until it plants against her hipbone. Her scent hits sensuously familiar to him. A shudder prickles his spine. He tries not to heed it too much.
"We've danced before, in a word."
His heart pounds. How bold, how impulsive of him. How like she'd laid a trap for him to waltz right into, when he could have maintained his distance and submitted another clue instead. This narrows it down quite a bit. He watches her expression's changes.
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He aligns their bodies up a little closer; the hand at her shoulder snakes down her dress until it plants against her hipbone. Her scent hits sensuously familiar to him. A shudder prickles his spine. He tries not to heed it too much.
"We've danced before, in a word."
His heart pounds. How bold, how impulsive of him. How like she'd laid a trap for him to waltz right into, when he could have maintained his distance and submitted another clue instead. This narrows it down quite a bit. He watches her expression's changes.