Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

lestan experienced only a tiny hesitation before he answered reverie with the same passion, winding eagerly into her arms with no care if the other two should return.
this time she led;
this time he followed;
and with reverie he entered a world populated entirely by the sound of her body and the taste of her voice; his own tangled and he felt as though he might never let go of her again.