Art fought the urge to kiss her harder, gently tugging on her bottom lip before letting go and letting her talk. He sighed when she misunderstood his meaning. "Cyn, i meant you pick the speed, you choose what happens and what doesn't or what gets put off for later. That's all. Not that you lead everything. Just don't let me just you like they did."<br/>He pushed a hand through her long silky hair, watching as the stands flowed over and between his fingers. A slow song came on from his phone and he stood up, making Cyn stand too. He pulled her to his chest and kissed her lips for a couple seconds. "May i have this dance?"he asked, testing his hands on her hips, and softly pulling her closer.<br/>He waited for her to move before deciding what to do. He wanted to dance with her, here, by the pond.<br/>as the sun was setting and the stars started to come out. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. For so many years when she would show up at his house past eleven, balling her eyes Out about something that jerk had done.