"What?" Clarissa glanced blankly at the dark blur beside her. "Keep your eyes closed, and you will not lose your balance," the man suggested, and she saw his hand move closer to her. He was offering it so that she would rise. Clarissa opened her mouth to refuse, then paused as his hand suddenly enclosed hers, sending a shock of sensation racing up her arm. It was such an odd feeling--excitement, wild excitement--coursing across her flesh. "I do not...." she began faintly with bewilderment, pausing when his hand lifted her chin and the man bent to stare into her eyes. Close enough to kiss, she thought vaguely. Good God, Clarissa realized, close enough to ! For one brief second she stared into the most beautiful set of clear brown eyes she'd ever seen; then he pulled back slightly, out of focus. "Trust me." It was not so much a request as an order. But Clarissa remembered those eyes, so dark, so kind--and she nodded. Then he was tugging her out of her seat, directing her through the crowd of dancers to the middle of the floor. "Now..." His voice was calm and soothing as he turned her to face him. "Close your eyes," he instructed, lifting her free hand to his shoulder. "Relax." His voice was almost hypnotic, Clarissa thought vaguely. "Follow me. I will not allow you to stumble." -Clarissa & Adrian"