““Tristan’s hand pressed against my back and I felt myself move closer until my head was resting against his warm chest. I closed my eyes and felt its steady rising and falling. I breathed in deeply and wrapped my arms more securely around his neck. The world was suddenly simply cinnamon and sandalwood. I couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so content. All too soon, the song ended. I nearly moaned as Tristan stepped back and caught my arm. “Maybe we should head out.” Maybe people shouldn’t move when other people are feeling so... Oh, whatever.””
