Yuuri takes a breath, like he’s gathering up his resolve. He offers his hand. “Dance with me?”
Viktor feels a soft chuckle bubbling from his throat before he can help it. “Now?”
“You doing anything else?” There’s a teasing note in Yuuri’s voice as he curls his fingers in invitation. “Only if you want to, though. We don’t have to – ”
“I’d love to.”
It’s so easy to allow himself to get lost – in the music, in the slow steps they take in sync around the room, and the warmth of Yuuri’s hand around his. The glow from the fireplace casts flickers of light in Yuuri’s eyes, and Viktor finds that he can’t look away.