Chapter 7

Gideon

"Amelie, right? Would you care to dance?" I held out my hand and tried to keep a smile on my face as I waited for her to reply.

She looked up at me, confused and at a loss for words. I would be, too. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. She smiled softly and, with a slight nod, took my hand, and I heard her whisper, "sure."

I led her out to the dance floor, still unsure what I was doing and why. I just felt a pull toward her all day, and I could pick up on the slightest hint of honeysuckle....