She pulled him in close, and this was exactly where he wanted to be. He could feel her warmth, touch her skin, and wrap his arm around her. He held onto her other hand softly, enjoying every sensation he felt. He wanted to enjoy this moment. She started, and moved about, him trying to follow her feet while looking at her eyes- those beautiful eyes. He wanted nothing but to grab her and kiss her- but he still held back.<br/><br/>They moved around the space, dancing to music that wasn't there. He could only hear the cars from a nearby highway, and their feet brushing around some metal debris. His feet grazed her's a few times as he stumbled, and he couldn't help but look down and laugh, trying to figure out the footing. He had done the waltz before, but it was so long ago he forgot. Finally he understood and continued looking into her eyes. Eventually they were in such a rhythm that he wasn't thinking about the feet, but about how much he wanted her. They swayed and moved beautifully together, and he started to lead without thinking about it.<br/><br/>He wrapped his second arm around her, pulling her in even closer. He whispered into her ear, "I don't want this night to end." He then decided that it was too much for him, and he wanted to jump again. He pulled back for a moment, looking into her eyes. He couldn't read women, but he knew he just wanted to take a chance. If she was going to run again, then so be it. He kissed her regardless.