Tag: Elvis Presley

Elvis leaned in with that little half-smile and whispered, “You feel that? The way your hand fits mine… that’s the kind of thing a man remembers.” She laughed softly, like he’d just stolen the line right out of her thoughts. As they eased into the dance, she murmured, “It’s like the world just slows down with you.” Elvis chuckled, guiding her closer, “Then let it slow, honey. Ain’t no place I’d rather be than right here.” Their fingers stayed locked like they’d been waiting years to find each other. She looked up and said, “You make this feel real.” And Elvis, without…

Elvis leaned in with that little half-smile and whispered, “You feel that? The way your hand fits mine… that’s the kind of thing a man remembers.” She laughed softly, like…