Celine gazed at the outstretched hand. Her heart was racing. After a pause of a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Celine placed her slender hand on top of Nolan's palm.
"Of course."
Under the deliberately dimmed lights of the dance floor, their bodies began to move in unison to the beat of the music. Nolan's steps were so gentle as he guided Celine with perfect precision.
This incredibly close proximity allowed Celine to catch the scent of Nolan's distinctive, masculine sandalwood cologne, causing her cheeks to slowly flush red.
Celine tilted her head up slightly, gazing at Nolan's chiseled jawline directly above her. She took a deep breath, then leaned forward slightly until her lips were right next to his ear.
