To put a finer point on it, he spends the next hour dancing with Celine. It doesn't matter the song; he always has her close. He makes her laugh, gives her compliments, introduces her to others, but always returns to the dance. Once she's giggling, but complaining about her feet hurting, Rene finally agrees to leave.The party will be wrapping up soon anyway. Rene walks her to her room then motions to her shoes. "You should have taken those off downstairs." "I wouldn't dare walk on the floor barefoot." She laughs. "I don't know where the floor'sbeen." Rene chuckles and shakes his head. He pauses at the door when she opens it, as if he's not welcome in, even though they've spent every night of the trip talking for far too long into thenight. Celine stops and rolls her eyes at Rene. "Come in, Rene. Don't lurk." "I never lurk, Celine." "And shut the door. We prize privacy." She grins at him. Rene shuts the door and suddenly the air between them is supercharged. He takes a slow breath, but joins Celine at the small table they've sat at almost every night since they've been here. But when his foot brushes hers, she jumps slightly and bites her lip. "How did tonight feel?" Rene asks, to avoid saying anything else on his mind. To avoid bringing up how good it felt to have her in his arms or how much he'd like to continue their dance in a different way. "Winning?"
