Damon and Camilla stood close together in the center of the floor. Their bodies were still lightly pressed against each other. Their breathing was slightly heavy from the intense, fast spin at the end of the dance.
Camilla slowly took her hands away from Damon's neck. She took a step backward, creating some distance between them. Her face was slightly warm, and her heart was still beating in a strange, rapid rhythm. She quickly smoothed down the front of her dress.
Damon did not say a word. He stood tall, his eyes fixed on her flushed face. He slowly lowered his right hand from her waist, but his fingers lingered on the soft fabric of her dress for a brief second before his arm dropped to his side.
