Gerald smiled.

"I warned you not to drink so much," he said.

Myriam laughed and then synchronized through BT, her playlist, she chose "Last dance by Lucy Grau"

"We'll start with something light," she murmured and held out her hands for him.

Gerald stood up, with one hand he took her by her waist, and with the other he entwined her fingers with hers.

Myriam inhaled that masculine fragrance and felt her legs shake, and she placed her hand on Gerald's shoulder and led him with slow, gentle steps.