A MOMENT IN TIME

by Deb Fowler

Treasure Hunters … Take a sweet moment to read this story,
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“Vincent, do you dance?”

In that magical moment, two souls merged through dance. His clean, masculine scent and gentle touch spoke of both strength and tenderness. Though his calloused hands dwarfed her delicate ones, their bodies fit together as if designed by fate – her softness yielding to his firmness, creating an intimate connection that transcended mere physical touch.

Lost in their intimate dance, she breathed in his fresh, soapy scent. His silken hair tickled her shoulder while his work-worn hands traced tender patterns across her palms. As he drew her nearer, the press of her curves against his solid chest created a perfect harmony of soft and strong, each movement a whispered secret between them.

They danced to their private rhythm. He drew her closer, her softness meeting his strength, their bodies perfectly aligned.