"Really?" he answered, finding himself starting to grin again as he tightened his hold on her, "The telle? I'd love that you know. I never got much chance to do that growing up. I can't think of a thing I wouldn't like to do with you Hannah," he said, "So, let's go and listen to some music and dance. I could get very used to holding you in my arms like this," and he reached down to kiss her in the shadows.
This time, not like in the hall at her door, he had no set time to pull back or to give her or him a chance to breath. His heart pounding, his pulse racing, Neville held her close, kissing her deeply with the heart felt emotions of missing her and needing her rolled into one.