But there wasn’t any avoiding it. She has possessed me somehow. I can’t put her out of my mind. –Kace R. Eight I stood on tiptoes and scanned the crowd behind me. Sidonie couldn’t have gone far. She wouldn’t have left me. She had to be close by. Not finding her, I turned around and searched the dancers. It was there that I found her, dancing with a delicious man whose chiseled cheekbones were nearly sharp enough to cut. He was holding her close, one arm coiled around her waist, the other extended, his left hand gently cradling her right. Her face was flushed, if not from the heat of the sun, because of the heat emanating from her partner. I couldn’t blame her for blushing. He was gorgeous. And wow, how he moved. His hips rocked to the sultry music seductively. And hers matched his. Their dance was a flirtation set to music. Gazes locking. Smiles tugging at their lips. Bodies leaning into one another.
