I found myself leading him to the bed. It was a slow, quiet walk we shared with our fingers intertwined.
The music from the living room played on, and he spun me gently around. My white dress danced around my thighs in the blue light of midnight shining through the bedroom window. His face softened, and I lingered long enough that his momentum carried me to his lips. He smelled of the oaky cabin loft where I first knew love while his stubble tickled my nose.














