Azaria slowly took his hand, her smile refusing to leave her lips. She felt like a teenager finding out what it meant to feel like she did for the first time.
The piano played a romantic melody as Theon drew her gently toward him and she went, her free hand finding his shoulder as his settled at her waist.
They moved slowly to the music, muting everything else around them. It was just the two of them turning in small, gentle circles under the string lights while the city glowed quietly below and the stars stayed where they were above.
Azaria kept her eyes forward at first, looking past his shoulder at the lights strung along the rooftop's edge. She was hyper aware of the warmth of his hand at her waist, the gentleness of his grip, and the way he moved her soothingly. She had danced with people before. This felt different and she couldn't have explained why if she tried.
