The blood red of her dress was a blur as he swirled her around. They were surronded by all the people on the dance floor, but yet they felt alone. She flashed a dazzling white smile as he reeled her in again, and he smiled back. The fast tempo of the music left them both breathless, but they kept dancing. Some of the people around them stopped to watch, but they were oblivious to the stares. The men were jealous, the females angry.
Her long blonde hair had originally been in a long, professional braid, but now the silken strands flowed around them like sunshine water as they spun. Despite the fact that her dress was spaghetti straps and was backless, she felt hot. And she didn't think it was just the dancing. The man she was dancing with maybe.
He seemed to sense her thoughts. They always shared thoughts. He asked her if she felt like stopping for a drink. The thought was tempting, but she was afraid this would be the last time she was in his arms, so she politly declined.
The band stopped, and another song started. This one was slow, and many people stood and resumed their dancing. She looked into his eyes to find him already looking at her. She melted in his arms, his deep blue eyes immedietly capturing her.
1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.
Their steps matched. Their eyes were locked. Emerald and sapphire clashed and couldn't seperate.
1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.
His warm breath covered her face, and she was sure her did the same to him. It was hard to believe their situation could be described in four letters.
1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.
One word. So simple, yet so powerful.
1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.
It was love.
Four hours had passed. They stopped dancing, and he walked her to her car. She took a huge chance. She jumped the gun.
Of course, guns were her specialty.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Take me home. Stay. Please," she whispered.
The glint in his eyes was answer enough.