'The man leads; the woman follows,' Dark Eyes was saying. He folded the hand of Delight into his own, wrapped his arm around her back, and her body melted into his.
The staccato beat of Osvaldo Fresedo's Después de carnaval leaked out of the speakers, and they swayed, finding the rhythm. When they moved, Delight was a split second behind Dark Eyes, almost imperceptibly following. Tango is like chess; aggression and patience find a balance — and a victory.
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