As Andria leaned in, he held her even closer, his body heat emanating to Andria. She, fortunately, wasn't off-put by his actions. He closed his eyes, enjoying the music until Andria had spoke him.
"So you seemed deep in thought, is there anything in particular on your mind Exa?"
He paused for a moment and then smiled. There was actually a lot on his mind. Her, Alucuin, this party, the music, this place. All of Rosinder had been nothing but sheer joy ever since he set foot into the town. Most of all, this wonderful woman he was dancing with had given him plenty to hope for.
He stopped their dance and just held her body close to his, whispering in her ear the entire time, so that he wouldn't be heard. "Yes, there is plenty for me to think about. This place, my new friend, and most importantly..." He planted a deep kiss on Andria's soft lips. ... the life I want to have with you." He continued their dance, filled with passion and affection for Andria. Were it not for the atmosphere, he would've taken that kiss to another level.
He slowly twirled her about, looking at the expression on her face and once again drenching himself in her sweet aroma. The other people of the party had become a blur in his mind that meshed with the lighting. The only person he could make out was Andria. Her body, her smile, her demeanor, her passion, her sexiness. She was the only thing he could think about. He had never felt this way before, not even his previous love interest could captivate his heart like Andria had. In only such a short time, she had made him defenseless, had penetrated through his noble, yet protective exterior, she was the only one who could possibly lay claim to his mending heart.



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