She had a way of nestling her hands into the room around his neck that made him shiver with anticipation. Standing on her toes, she was so near, her face only a breath away from his, but he couldn't touch. She had threatened him often enough if he tried.
Slowly she closed the noose around his head and adjusted it below his collar. He searched for her eyes, but she was busy smoothing his lapel and brushing her hands across his chest in a move that was entirely too erotic for his peace of mind.
„I can't breathe." he complained.
„Is the knot too tight?" she asked anxiously.
He smiled. „No. You take my breath away, Sara."
He fastened his hands around her middle and swirled her around.
„Let's go, Charles." she said, always the rational one. „We're already late for the ball."
He was the happiest man on earth.