Marisol couldn't find her voice. She continued to stare into his eyes, which seemed to bore right into hers, staring right into the depths of her soul, unearthing whatever secrets they held.??

"Can I have this dance?" He tries again, extending his palm and, still dumbfounded, Marisol finds her body moving on its own, her fingers slipping into his, and she gasps lowly at the contact again.?

The mysterious young man guides her back to the dance floor, a soft smile never leaving his ...