She'd danced the tango countless times, with countless partners. It had never, never been like this. This was foreplay. He was showing her his intensity, what he was capable of, and what he'd do to her - for her, with her - if she let him.

Maybe this is just a dream; I’ll wake up in a minute in our bed in the cottage and none of it will have happened.

The only significant other I'd had for over a decade was my TV.