New home, Wine, and Slow Dancing

Our house felt lonely with nothing in it. The air was too thin when I took a deep breath. The paint on the walls were a warm color but it wasn't quite "homey" enough yet. A light scent of the candles filled my lungs-the electricity hadn't been turned on yet. Wine twirled around as I tilted the glass in a circular motion. He rounded the corner, glanced at my feet, and back up again.

"Cold?" He smiled at me for a moment then turned and searched through a box or two.

I realized I had been standing on my tip toes to avoid the chilled wood floor. I smiled and let out a soft laugh. Returning my heels to the ground, I set my glass down. I turned towards him. My back leaned against the counter and my arms folded across the front of my body. 

"What are you looking for exactly?" 

"This." I squinted across the candle lit room too see what it was. Through the tangled cord and the bubble wrap was a radio we had kept through the move. I raised my eyebrows at him. He made his way into the open dining room and set it up. A slow song came on. He swayed into the kitchen to the soft beat of the song. I laughed at him but didn't say anything. Grabbing my hand, he spun me onto the open floor in our house. Our hands were laced together, forehead to forehead, with a perfect sway from side to side.