Bab 238: Dance floor temptations

Fang held my hand gently in his while his other arm was behind his back. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on the back of my hand, "I hope you don't mind a subtle touch there." 

I smiled at him for how much he was trying to not go against my word. When I had asked Fang to keep his hands to himself in the morning, I did not know he would actually follow suit. Not that he did not at all touch me, but he was very careful today. "I think it is fine till we are on the dance floor," I remarked as I held the side of the dress, presenting him a courtesy bow. He stood up straight and led me with our hands, entering the dance floor a little before we both did. 

Fang turned me to face him and extended his other arm ahead but did not curl it behind my back. 

He waited for me to step ahead and I did it to be in his close space.