He approached her sullen sway in a skulking smooth jazz dice roll, heel-toeing to his mink.
Her soft coat fanning in her swing.
Twirling on gracious toe, she was a mix of force of nature and goddess of unspoken language.
He stood in a rear lean, turning his head away as he raised his hand over her head for her to grasp in confidence.
She griped it and spun in effortless grace of the two, sharing intimate space.
His staggered feet scissored in a swagger as he turned his head to face her, palm in palm, fingers laced.
Her hip held his...