The dance...the tango...the passion of that dance was the perfect way to express how he'd felt. Just the thought of his hands on someone else, that he might be happy with someone else. Worse for it to be a different Arthur. The thought made his blood boil over again, irrational as it was. All the while the Frenchman kept finding people to chat with ( Read more... )

It was time to sleep in the DR. Arthur was going about trying to get comfortable enough to sleep.

Which was an issue within itself.

He was in his bed, he had the covers up, head was on the pillow...had just finished drinking a nice calming cup of tea...but he couldn't sleep. There wasn't any logical reason...