Literature
At First Touch
A woman’s dextrous hand caressed the strings of her harp which towered over her. Her fingertips delicately coaxed the notes from her instrument while her colleagues raised their violins to their chins. The woodwind section soon followed and in no time, the musicians imbued the ballroom with slow waltz music and brought every guest in the room towards the dance floor. In a corner of the room, Leo and Sara moved in tandem to the music with the same coordination as ballerinas in a pas de deux. His right hand rested along her shoulder-blade while his left hand held on to hers, her satin glove soft against the heat of his bare palm. Around the room they gently swayed and spun, side-stepping other dancers in the hall until the song came to an end. “Wow, that was…beautiful. Thank you,” Sara said as she drew away. Her free hand lingered in his for a few seconds longer than usual, accompanied by a discreet squeeze. “The pleasure was mine, Sara. You’re a natural,” Leo replied with a bashful