Clubs and bars spread open with bright lights outside, promoting every name and title they have while the dark sky held the big gray moon. Stars lit in every corner of the heavens. It was the perfect night to have a great time, at least that's what Vanessa thinks.
Everyday, she goes back to her old boring job in the city but she gets excited every night by the dance floor's whispering temptations.
Dancing slow songs was her passion but no one else knew this about her in the office. Every night, she visited different dance floor in every club just to see people dance with a partner, or maybe even dance with one.
One night, Vanessa heads into a bar. Not just any bar, but the special kind she thought. It had a wide dance floor for partners to dance and just sway intimately on it. It was indeed her dream to dance with a partner.
But that dream didn't stay as a dream until then. Vanessa walks towards the counter and orders a light drink. She takes a sip from the round glass and puts the glass down. Just a few minutes later, she glances at her right noticing a man in a suit staring at her.
He looks away and drinks from his glass. Vanessa raises her eyebrow and looks away. The song in the bar changes into a slow jazz song. Just what Vanessa loved.
Before she could drink from her glass, she puts it down and stands from her seat. A smile appears on her blooming, beautiful face. Her eyes glance on the man at the right, and doesn't find him there. She looks away and realizes the man held a hand in front of her.
She looks up at a man wearing a dark gray suit, matching it with a maroon tie. She smirked at him. Her eyes look down then up at his eyes.
"Care to dance?" He asks her,
Vanessa smirks and nods, "Why not."
He smiles sweetly as she takes his hand.
She knew that he looked familiar. She must've seen him in her dreams, or somewhere else. The man was good looking and probably in his early 20s, just like Vanessa.
He felt like she was someone he knew long ago. He touched her skin and smiled. She's what he's been looking for, he thought to himself.
The incredible jazz singer, Michael Buble's voice played through the whole floor. His voice was cold and it set both of them in the mood.
They both danced with the slow beats, their hands clasped and their bodies close. The movements were at sync like they've done this dance before.
"...you give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight..." The song goes,
Vanessa turns slowly and glides the tip of her foot in a circular motion, while his hand pulls her hand closer and pecks a kiss on it. His face comes closer to her neck. His warmness alarmed Vanessa. She knew he was close.
She turns quick to face him, their hands clasped again and their body parallel to each other. Their eyes lock. Her lips trace his cheek to his neck. Their eyes closed.
"...oh, what a lovely way to burn..."
His hand runs down her hips and to her thighs, until he pulls them up and clings it onto him. He supports her back and pulls her down. He then pulls her back, their faces close.
She stares at him. Gavin stares down at her lips. Wanting to know how they tasted.
Vanessa breathed deeply, and before she knew it, he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Their eyes both closed, she didn't care at all. Instead of pushing him away and getting away from the rest of the crowd, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back deeply.
His tongue starts brushing on her lower lip, begging for entrance. She pulls away and bites her lower lip.
"I don't know you," She says, "but why do I feel like I belong with you?"
He shakes his head and says, "I want you back. I still love you."
She looks at him, "I know. I love you too."
"You need to believe when I say that we'll be different this time. We belong together, Vanessa." He says,
"Gavin," she looks down, "I--I don't know..."
"Be mine again."
She looks up at him. "I miss you."
"I miss you too." He responds.
She leans to his side and whispers to him, "I miss your body."
His eyes widen, he knew what was going to happen tonight. He missed her, her kisses, her body, her movements. Everything. He wasn't letting it all go.
