Us.
The bright lights and lasers were messing with my vision, making my eyes jitter and causing me to feel way more fucked up than I thought I was. My head spun to the DJ's music as the lights pulsed around us.
We stood there on the dance floor in a corner, away from prying eyes. I knew it’d make her more comfortable to be out of direct sight. We started dancing, bonding to the music's melody.
Every beat.
Every drop.
We were right there with it.
Music had always been our biggest connection. It didn’t matter what genre it was. We both respected its power. It made everything go away, and in the same breath, it made everything hit that much harder.
More intense.
More catastrophic.
Its seductive beat lured me to her. This song was made for sex.
Rough.
Dirty.
Desperate.
Sweaty sex.
I stared at her with the same swagger and confidence I always exuded. Another thing I liked about her was how she looked at me. Since the first time I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from hers. She had this magnetic pull that instantly drew me in.
It was deeper.
Real.
More meaningful.
A connection I couldn’t explain, growing stronger with each second that passed between us. I knew she felt it. I couldn’t get over her skintight dress, which accentuated all the curves of her body.
I closed my eyes and just felt all around me, the song pounding into my bloodstream.
I didn’t notice that my hands were all over. I could feel the goose bumps and sensations coursing through her skin.
It was exhilarating.
Blissful.
Exciting.
A sense of calm washed over me as I was there with her. I had no idea how much control she’d still hold over me. Mainly, it was when I was fucked up.
If anything, it felt right.
She felt right.
“You feel good in my arms, Kitty. How do you make a black dress look this good?”
She set her hand on my chest. “I think you’ve given this a little too much thought.”
“I don’t think I’ve given it enough.”
