I Wanna Dance (Modern Vintage Romances)

Marco was opening a bottle of wine and humming along to the music. He looked utterly delicious, dressed in dark jeans and a fitted sweater.

I stood at the kitchen island, arranging a charcuterie board. It was our first dinner party together in our new home, and I wanted everything to be perfect. Our home . Just thinking about those words filled me with a kind of warmth I hadn’t felt in my years of marriage.

Marco and I moved in around Thanksgiving, and for Christmas, we gave each other ballroom dancing classes. Now that we’d mastered the art of salsa (not), we felt we were ready to move on to something more classical.

“How’s it going over there, chef?” Marco asked as he set a glass of white wine in front of me.