Emma's eyes were locked on Charlie's while he fed her variety of bite-sized snacks and she thought that the each next one is sweeter than the previous. The way he licked his fingers after every bite which went into her mouth made her blush, because she remembered last Saturday and the way how he held her close while his flavor cast a spell on her… and she realized that whatever Charlie is feeding her, tastes like him.
Emma watched Charlie keep the plate on the side and wipe his hand in a wet towel which a statue-like server held for him.
"Can I interest you in a dance?", he extended his arm toward her, palm up.
'Dance… right…', Emma realized that they are at the party. Surrounded with people. She placed his hand in his.
He held her while they moved slowly at the beat of soft music and the world around them faded again.
