Charloft

His arms slowly encircled my waist as we continued dancing to the band playing Fur Elise by Beethoven.  I tentatively slid my hands behind his head, pulling us closer together and resting my head against his chest.  Even in heels, he was still a good head taller than me. As we continued to sway to the music, he quietly asked, "Why am I the only one who can see them?" I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. And just as quietly as him, I answered, "Because you've seen me before...and because I want you to." It seemed that this suited him, so I again rested my head against his chest.  My breathe hitched a little.  I had never revealed tha