"Can I have this dance, love?" Demi heard Mikayla clap her hands, "Yes, darling," her breath ceased once again, his eyes fixed on hers, the brown orbs shimmering under the faint light, there hips gliding to the soft calming music, Joe somehow found himself kissing the woman. Something about her lips drew him in, the sweet taste, his tongue traced her lips a gasp pressing along, he smiled as she slightly felt heavier, her legs had gone weak, innocent being. "You dance very well, Mrs. Jonas," he whispered as he spun her gracefully, the music had conquered the serious atmosphere as the laughter of there dearest guests filled. Demi smiled, if only he knew. "Thank you, your not so bad yourself, by the plastering jaw-dropping expressions I suspect that you are not much of a man of alluring a woman to a dance floor." "Your right, I am not. But.. There is always a first time." It was nearly dawn when the last guests departed. Mikayla had gone to bed around midnight, Joseph let a breath cascade as he walked up to Demi who had a trace of thick blush against her heated cheeks, "What is the matter, Beautiful?" he questioned, his gentle fingertips tracing the rosy color. "Nothing.. Nothing," she whispered as he lead her upstairs, her heart started beating she knew this moment was approaching, she knew very well , "We should go to bed, love." His suggestion was like a dousing of cold water and made Demi go rigid. Jerking her clinging hands away from his arm, she walked in her arms <b>...</b>