The danger

"You're such a good dancer, Letty," Aiden whispered to my ear, while leading me in a slow tact due to the rhythm of the music, playing from the audio speakers hanging on the four columns, that were supporting the roof. My hands were wrapped around his neck, and my legs were moving, following his steps and the tact, that the music was proposing. I shrugged and turned my head in his direction.

"You know, it's because you are leading," I smiled after my words, meaning I'm not a good dancer at all. Aiden put his hand down to my waist and pressed me tightly to himself.

"Isn't that a task of a true gentleman, to lead his lady in a dance? Even if she's not a good dancer, she should look like that."