"Let's go to the dance floor!" Jasmine exclaimed, casting a playful look at Erwin. He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before leading her toward the center of the deck, where the crowd moved in a blur.
Karmen turned his attention back to Aisha. "Do you want to dance?" he asked. He took the empty glass from her hand and set it alongside his own on a nearby cocktail table.
"Why not?" Aisha agreed, a soft smile touching her lips.
Karmen reached for her hand, his fingers lacing through hers as he guided her toward a pocket of space just as the tempo shifted. The high-energy beat faded, replaced by the soulful, sweeping notes of a romantic ballad.
As they came to a halt, Karmen felt a rare flicker of nerves. I have never actually danced before, he realized, his mind racing through the technicality of the movements.
