He held her tightly, and swayed a little bit with her in his arms. He memorized the scent of her hair, the weight of it against his palm.
"I've missed this, too." He admitted, feeling relaxed and easy, now that it was just the two of them. "Put some music on," he whispered to her. " I want to dance with you."
Sometimes the moment was suited for slow dancing, and Sam was all about living in the moment.