Two Eyes Cenote Reason of State

“We’d better,” his lips curved coyly, “or I shall fail to keep up with my bride.” It was a test in patience, more than anything. He and Toula had synced in dance on more than a single occasion, and each time his his affianced proved to be the pearling envy of onlookers in her natural grace.

But now she was drawn close, his leisured steps guiding her into a slowdance.

“Tell me of your wishes for that day. Your every desire will be met,” he set the promise in a purr against her ear.