His hips sway in time with the music,
waves rippling from his core out along his arms and legs.
Her cheeks are flushed,
visible only when he draws close to her,
when the burning embers of his cigarette light up her face.
She watches his body,
a machine perfectly attuned to evoking a feeling she is too scared to acknowledge.
She feels an electric spark rush up her spine,
right where his fingertips have brushed against the small of her back.
He feels a warmth on the back of his neck turn into a lump in his throat,
where she has gently wrapped her arm.
She is no longer smiling with her lips,
but her eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint.
Their faces are inches from each other,
hair tangling together.
They move in closer
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