Eternal

Part 1

"We're just moving in opposite directions." the words echoed in your head. "It's nothing you've done, but I just don't think we're a good fit any more." those are the words your fiancé had said to you two weeks ago, when you came home to find him in the process of moving his things from your apartment. What had started as a trip home in the middle of the day to surprise your work-from-home fiancé with some 'afternoon delight' turned into a night of heartbreak.

You let yourself wallow longer than you cared to admit. You had moved to a new city, and met Drew shortly after, and the whirlwind romance blossomed. Dinners and drinks and dancing turned into moving in with one another, settling down and starting a domestic life, cooking meals and folding laundry together. You were building a life with him after the past three years, and suddenly, everything you had built was pulled out from under you. It wasn't until your work friend, Willa, took pity on you and invited you out with a small group of her girlfriends for a night out.

That's how you ended up here. You'd been coming almost nightly to this club, to drink, dance and maybe go home with a stranger. It felt good to forget for a little while, how your life had crashed down around you. The other dancers around you didn't care what you were going through, the drinks were okay, and the occasional partner you went home with satisfied your need for touch.

As you moved to the music, you began to feel like you were being watched. Shaking your hair from your face you glanced around the club, trying to spy anyone looking in your direction. As you scanned, you locked eyes with a man in a vintage looking tailored suit, lounging back in a chair in one of the V.I.P. areas off to the side of the dance floor, up a level and separated by thick velvet ropes. He seemed at ease as he watched you dance, like he was watching a performance meant for him. He ran a hand through his curls as he watched, giving you a small smirk. You gave him a quick up and down as you turned away.

He'd been there every night this week as well, sitting in that damn chair while his friends partied around him. You'd met eyes with him a few times since you'd started coming to the night club, the two of you always sending seemingly flirty looks to one another, but nothing ever coming from it.

You moved yourself into the crowd further, trying to shake the feeling of his eyes on you and lose yourself in the loud music again. If he wasn't going to make a move, you weren't going to be bothered by his attentions. Swaying your hips and rolling your shoulders back you let the music and alcohol take over again. Making eye contact with Willa, you both started dancing together. Her hand laced with yours and the two of you moved your bodies together for a while before a hand rested on your waist.

Letting go of Willa and turning, you came eye to eye with the man from the VIP section, looking down at you. His hand moved to the small of your back but the pressure was light, like he wanted you to make the move closer instead of him pulling you in. Instead, you turned back around as a new, slightly slower song started playing. His hands rested on your hips now as you continued your dancing, drawing out the figure-eights you were doing with your hips and subtly pushing back against him. The man matched your movements and you felt the grip on your hips become more firm, yet he still let you lead and let you be the one to choose to move your body closer.

It wasn't so bad, dancing with this stranger. In fact, the way his one hand now wound around your front, resting on your stomach to hold you in place against him felt nice. You felt his breath on your neck and reached behind you, resting your hand on the back of his neck. The two of you danced through the next few songs, not caring about the tempo or if you were off beat, it felt like you were in your own world, being jostled around by other dancers around you. After a while, the man turned you around, asking if you wanted a drink. You nodded, suddenly realizing how parched you were. He took your hand, leading you through the crowd and to the bar.