Feeling like I’ve written so much that is off-putting or off-centering, thought I’d do something lighter so here’s another response…
They were dancing, the fountain burbling punch behind them. Guests drifted away from the reception but she and he were engaged, newly re-acquainted, rediscovering themselves; talking, dancing, laughing through the evening.
It had been years since they’d taken the time to connect like this. Nothing interrupted them. She’d forgotten how tall he was on the dance floor, how graceful. The last dance was a slow one. He gently held her as they moved, still courting, across the deserted floor.
Outside their room, she coyly turned, dismissing their years of marriage, and demurely, innocently breathed… “I’m exhausted…shut the door behind you.” Their eyes met and he followed.