Dance with you

“Can I dance with you?” he asked, smiling.

My heart beat faster as he held my hand at that moment. He was so very gentle while he supported me and held my waist.

“Please just let me feel you,” he said gently.

We stared at each other while dancing in the middle of Harvard's beautiful vast garden.

“What a lovely place! “He said, smiling.

“Like a beautiful woman in front of me, “he added.

I can’t help but smile at what he said to me. He is good at flattering.

“Flatterer!”I replied, smiling.

“No, It’s true, Riana. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, “he praised me, and my heart melted.

I don’t know why I feel so happy at those moments. I must be mad, but Why does it feel so right?

I just let myself feel that moment with him. I forget my anger for a while and feel happy.

“Are you happy?” he asked.

“Very much,” I answered, smiling.

I can’t help but hug him, and I feel the butterflies flying inside my stomach.

But suddenly, I heard footsteps in the distance. And I w