Rafe smiled. It was a step to reconciliation. Rafe couldn't help, but smile as she changed her clothes. "You look beautiful." He smiled and then listened for further instruction. He was very excited about dancing and even more excited that it was with Marilyn. Dancing was about movement and getting close to one another. Not that he wanted anything to really start...more like he was still desperate for her forgiveness.



Closed position. That was his answer and that was the position they were asked to get in. He reached down and gently took Marilyn's left hand and set in on his shoulder. Rafe then moved in a little closer and placed his right hand around her waist, then moved it up closer to her shoulder blade as instructed. Then, he took her right hand into his left and positioned it their arms slightly to the side at eye level. He was so focused on getting in the right formation, he hardly looked Marilyn in the eye.

Rafe went from looking to their hands being held and then scanned over and looked into her sparkling green eyes. "Um...so...I...I hope this is right." He spoke with what felt like a huge lump in his throat. He swallowed air. "Are you okay?" What kind of question was that? Of course she was okay, but was now probably regretting to dancing with a bumbling idiot.