Bonnie Woods- They never stop

One. Two. Three

I finished applying my make-up, and my nails had finished drying. I stepped out of the bathroom to find my ball gown lying out on my bed, matching shoes at the end of the bed, and my accessories in their boxes next to my gown. 

I placed the dress over my body, careful not to put my arms through its very strappy back. The strappy back showed off my very muscular body. Lucky, it's the only thing I have going for me.

I was fully dressed. I sprayed on some perfume and waltzed out the door into the ballroom. Couples of all ages were dancing to very elegant and sophisticated music. The men were in their finest suits and the women were in ball gowns. "Drink ma'am?" a waiter had asked me. I kindly accepted. I continued to walk through the ball room. 

I started to walk up the marble staircase but stopped when I heard a male voice. "Care to dance?”

I didn't even turn to him, "Well, if you want to dance with me, I should have you know; I can't dance."

"Then I'll teach you." His hand grasped my left arm that was firmly on my hip. I whisked my head around to see who could possibly want to dance with me.

"You know, when they say black tie they don't mean 'wear a mask'." I cocked a smile and turned away.

He had caught up to me and was walking alongside me. "Yes, but how else would I be the mysterious, sexy masked man?" He turned me around and escorted me down the stairs. "Put your right hand on my hip, and your left one with mine. Would you like to put your feet on mine?"

"I'm in heels. It's just going to increase your chance of a broken toe."

"Ok, true. Step in a box like way and make sure you spin around, too. And, remember one, two, three."

"What's 'one, two, three'?"

"The counting, dingus. Oh, quick. Hand? The band is starting." The band started another one of their very elegant songs.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

"I'll have you know, that I've never been called a dingus in my life," I softly spoke in the masked gentlemen's ear.

"And I'll have you know, that I've never called someone a dingus in my life."

"So seriously, what's with the mask?" I asked.

"I'm afraid that if you know who I really am-," He spun me around, I let out a giggle. "Like that did you?" I nodded. "Yeah, if you knew who I was you wouldn't have wanted to dance with me."

"What? You an ex-con or something?"

"No, I just like being the mysterious guy."

One, two, three. One. . . Two. . . Three. . . 

"You know, the music's slowing. We're gonna have to slow dance." He suggested to me. I pursed my lips and gave a nod. He placed my arms over his shoulders and his went under my arms, onto my back. We stepped from side to side.

"By the end of the night, I'm going to know who you really are."

"I believe you; I think you'll manage to get it out of me some way. But I reckon, by the end of the night; you would've kissed me. The music stopped and applause was cast. "Come outside with me." I followed him out, and he sat down on the garden chair on the gazebo.

I sat down next to him. He looked into my eyes and rubbed his hands through my hair. I couldn't breathe. I partly didn't want to, just in case my breathe smelt, but I just had a weird feeling. His face kept coming closer, his lips puckered as he placed them on mine. I hardened my lips and placed my hands on his back. He was passionate.

When the kiss ended. I opened my eyes. "So now that I've kissed you, can you show me who you are?"

"Turn around." I turned myself, feeling tense about finding who my mystery masked guy was. "Ok, ready." I turned around. SCAR!

BUDDABUDDABING. 

I slammed out of bed, getting a fright of my alarm going off. Had I really just dreamed of kissing Scar? I need to get out more.