Tessa's eyes were closed, her head swaying heavily and arms extended high. She twirled, the light skirts of the simplest dress she had bought for herself without Jessamine's "advice" lifting like a parachute, exposing her fragile feet and ankles. Jem's music came to an end, and she sighed, slowing her spinning, and gracefully let her arms drop to her side.
Suddenly, another pair of hands grasped hers, roughly calloused but familiar, and continued to spin her. Tessa let the hands guide her, feeling like she was dancing on a cloud, but strained to hear his adorable laugh, and then - there - it escaped like a gentle breeze from between his lips and surrounded her with a feeling of tender warmth. Tessa smiled, and when her eyelids fluttered open, nearly drowned in the ocean of Will's dark blue eyes.