To my surprise, he slid his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. He took my arms and draped them over his shoulders, around his neck. He held me and led me in a slow dance. “There’s no music,” I reminded him in a whisper. “In my head, Sofia, there’s always music.” I found the thought amusing. “That must be interesting. It’s like you come with your own background music.” He nodded, smiling down at me. “Exactly.”
