And then he comes for her and whisks her away, her own Prince Charming.
The ballet. Fine dining. Symphonies. Remy has always known how to romance a girl. But she loves it best when they dance.
He makes her forget for hours on end that she cannot touch. His hands trace the straps of her dress, caress rich colors, bury themselves in her fragrant hair, worn long for him. Her skin remembers what it feels like to have him slide beneath.