I turn to him nervously, he has a tight grip on me "I...I'm sorry I'll just leave you alone now." I say as I try to pull away and walk away from him, but he holds firm. "What you said about my moves...you're a dancer right?" He said with a serious face. "I am, or I am meant to be…" I trail off as he pulls on my wrist and brings me close to him, I can sense his warmth against my cool self. "Thats not what I asked. Are YOU a dancer" he said firmly looking me in the eye. "Yes, I used to practice with my father." I answered truthfully since I can hardly think...feeling a live human so close its so interesting : feeling his heart beat and hearing his breath...so warm. "Then show me." He said it so calmly like it was something I was just meant to do. "Dance for you?" I said puzzled and somewhat alarmed. No one but my father has seen me dance I feel...scared. "No dance with me…" he said as he grabbed my hand and started to lead in what I think is a waltz. "I don't...okay" I say as we slowly start to move each step feels smoother than the last and soon we are looking at each other moving in perfect time. I feel so close to him like we connect in a way, it's so odd to me knowing his next move will fall perfectly with mine. We dance and dance my thoughts slowly fade into just him, Just this moment we are sharing nothing else. "You move like you're walking on air…" he says into my ear I can sense the heat of him being so close it sends a surge through my serkets. "Thank you...I always did love dancing." I say as we part and bow to each other as how the dance ends and then look at each other. The trance is broken, we stare at each other neither knowing what to say. "You're beautiful." finally breaks the silence, seeming to pierce the wind as it was said.
