‘You’re at a gala for some charity. One of your associates introduces you to Adéwalé, who has approached your group. He asks you for a dance, which surprises you given his stoic demeanor. But as you two dance, you are amazed at how smooth he is; it feels like you two are gliding over the dance floor, and you never want to leave his sturdy arms. Sadly, the dance must end. He bends down to kiss your hand, and then kiss your wrist while looking at you; it’s a silent promise of more to come.’

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