Six Sentence Sunday for a while but with the release of Masquerade coming up, I have a few words to show you.
against the urge to pull Nash hard against him, Downe hummed the music to a
slow waltz. They started dancing, Nash only taking a short while
to grasp the simple steps, and suddenly Downe could see why the waltz was
thought of as scandalous. They weren't touching except for their hands, but it
was so intimate, a few inches between them instead of the width of a line. For
once, Downe thought the moral brigade may have had the right idea. Being able
to hold your partner so close was… he struggled to find the right word…
sensuous. He was aware of every part of Nash’s lithe body, from the curls of
his dark hair around his temple to his shapely legs almost, but not quite,
pressed up against his.