When Magella Crane decides to break out of her shell after her husband's death, she has no idea that love will be waltzing in.
And with that, he began gyrating my hips to and fro, and once he had the lower half going, he moved upwards lifting my arms into the air.
"Snap your fingers. Let yourself go. It's a great way to relax," Ty instructed.
I did as he asked, my eyes never leaving his face in the mirror. With his hands guiding me, it felt as though I was born to be his partner. He stepped away from me and watched my body swaying to the music. I felt slightly like I had had too much alcohol, but I didn't stop.
Nodding and smiling, Ty took my hands between his and pulled me into his arms. With his arm around my waist, we swirled and dipped, my body melded to his. It felt natural, and he was easy to follow.
When the music ended, my heart rate was elevated and my face flushed.
He tilted his head. "How do you feel?"