Dance floor passion

Dance floor passion

I catch his eye, as I walk across the dance floor towards him. Within seconds I'm standing face to face with him. Neither one of us says anything, just stares deep into the others eyes. It's as if time stops, and that nothing is existing outside of us. He reaches up, and moves a stray strand of hair from my face. He doesn't take back his hand instantly though, instead lingering on my cheek.

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, instantly self conscious and unsure. As if reading my mind, he grabs my hand and holds it tight in his. I stare down at our entwined fingers, then slowly lift my gaze up his arm to his face. He is staring down at me, and I blush again.

He pulls me tight, my face sheltered in his chest. I meet his gaze and he smiles. He moves his lips closer to mine, and I hold my breath in anticipation. I lift my chin up, and our lips are almost touching. I feel as though all my dreams are coming true, when a hand grabs me from behind.

I break away from him, shocked into reality. The dance club music blares so loudly, it pulsates through my entire body.

I turn to face my friend, who has so harshly pulled me apart from a time of pleasure. She begins yelling at me, bit the music drowns her out. She drags me through the throng of people. I turn to see him, and he looks as forlorn as I must. I wave with my free hand and he begins to push past people after me.

I pull on the hand leading me away, but I am dragged towards the exit, away from him. I struggle to get away, with the strength of the hope that I can get back to him. When the bitter wind hits me like a bullet, I feel despondent.