I quite suddenly felt the touch of Skye's hand, covering mine. The tender caress of his hand caused shivers of pleasure to wash down my spine. His eyes blinked with unveiled desire, and I felt my throat constrict with emotion and my face, flush with unsuppressed pleasure.
Skye stood up and coming to my side, he lifted me to my feet. I watched all these through my hazy mind. Still feeling spellbound by him; he took my hands and led me to a spacious enough front. Striking up a chord, the violinists played a slow, soft, soul-stirring tune.
I felt Skye's hand at the small of my back, holding me close to him. My arms slid around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his chest. My head barely grazed his chin, but he bent to lean his chin on my hair. His hands slowly caressed my hair, in a loving manner.