She spins toward me, tripping on a tendril. I dip low and catch her just before she hits the ground, my arm bracing her bare back, our noses almost touching. Her wide eyes lock with mine as she puffs a breath upon my face . . . The celebration falls away. The crowd. The song. There’s nothing but a pair of big azure eyes, our tangling exhales, and the welcome weight of her in my arms.
