Chapter 6: Into Harper's Soul

On cue, the orchestra played a dreamy rendition of Lewis Capaldi's "Before You Go" to mark our arrival on the dancefloor. Harper took my hand, placed his arm around my waist, and pulled me dangerously close to him. There was truly little space between our bodies, and I could easily smell his intoxicating cologne and hear him breath heavily.

'Are you familiar with the waltz?', he hesitated.

'Don't you worry about me. Just lead the way.' And so, he did, and I had no trouble matching his movements. I was a pro.

'Wow! You really know your waltz', he sounded genuinely impressed.

'There's a lot more to me than meets the eye', I teased. His smile widened from ear to ear. 

'Honestly, I am impressed. You seem so comfortable here. Too comfortable. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we never left Manhattan', he complimented.

'I am just as impressed with your dance moves', I said as he easily swayed with me across the floor.