"500 yards,"
"Im counting 300 steps," he replied after much thought.
"Steps? That's not very specific, is it?"
"No, I guess not. But i want to be the one who decides how far it is- after all, I am the one walking it."
With that he took off- and he counted to 299 when he had his arms around her again.
. .
I curtseyed and stood infront of him. Biting my lip, I looked up and gave a nervous smile.
"Don't think, just follow me." With these words, he swiftly tucked his arm under mine and pulled me in.
Taking a sudden step forward, I found myself only a breath away from him. At my waist he held me gently yet firmly, his palm spreaded a light tingle across my skin.
In his other hand he held my hand, and then he murmured as he took a step forward.
"1-2-3, 1-2-"
Repeating the counts, he guided me across the dance floor ever so rhythmical, ever so gracefully.
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Kısa Hikayethese are fragments of an unfinished story, incomplete tales that end too quickly and strangers who appear in the rush of black ink.
