The music pumped loudly all around, enveloping in an air of vitality and sensuality. So close. . . .She felt his breath on her shoulders, her neck. Sweat trickled down their backs. His hand, which had been at her waist, kept getting lower and lower. She held on tightly to his neck with one hand and held up her curls with the other. So close. . . .

They danced, pressed tightly against each other. Their gazes met, and, as they turned away, their damp cheeks caressed each other tenderly for an instant. She could feel a drop of sweat rolling down her profile. No ventilation in the room, eveyone so close together. . .So close to him.

She stared at the nape of his neck, the bit of shoulder the peeked out from his shirt. And she wanted him. At that instant, as their bodies moved together to the rhythm, so close they were almost one, lower and lower. . .At that instant she wanted him.

So they danced, facing each other, testing how low they could go together. And as they got lower, she could feel his tigh. . .His tigh brushing between hers. And she wanted to loose herself in his eyes, to know what he felt. She wanted so bad to just hold him, to kiss him.

And then the music ended. . . .