We got to the dance floor, everyone's eyes trailing us. We took our spot among the other dancers, Niko's hand slinking to my waist and mine on his shoulder. Our free hands intertwined, and each of his touches sent jitters in my stomach. The fabric of the gown was thin enough so that I could feel the heat of his palm pressed onto me, and I had to stifle a gasp as he adjusted and readjusted his grasp.
The two of us danced along to the music, hips swaying and feet bouncing. The beat of the drums harmonized with the flute, and the music was getting more upbeat by the minute. By the time when the dance was closing to its end, I twirled and twirled along with the climax, and fell with Niko's arm ready to catch me, with my own arm hooked around his neck.
