His lips brushed against my temple. “I know it’s selfish, and I hope you can forgive me for it.” This was one memory I wanted, too. “Forgiven,” I breathed. Whit twirled me around the dance floor, holding me close, his minty and clean scent making my head spin. Couples swirled around us, whispering and gossiping, and counting down the minutes until the New Year. He released the tight hold around my waist, and backed a step away from me. “Thank you for the dance.”
