She laughed and her face flushed as Ben allowed her to be so close, with his hands on her. His eyes were amazing, they really were like a window to his soul, a soul that had seen so much and held many stories to share. As the music slowed to a romantic guitarra piece, a man's tenor voice rising and falling in traditional Italian with the song, Aria broke eye contact and looked over her shoulder, disappointed that the lively music didn't continue. It was different now, but she didn't want to move from Ben's touch, with his hands on her bare waist, the way they fit together they were like puzzle pieces meant for each other. Blushing, Aria moved to take a step back,
"We can sit this one out," She said reluctantly, hoping he would say no and pull her close again.