To Dance To Love

With the ending we stood face to face each other, his hands behind my neck , mine on his waist. We were too close for being only in a professional relationship but neither of us seemed like minding it. I saw as his dark black eyes glided from my eyes to my lips as I did the same. At this point we were both panting mess, due to our heavy rehearsals as well as the growing tension between us. Like many times before,I was thinking what it would feel like to kiss those luscious lips, he seemed of thinking the same sins.
He tightened his grip on my neck, pulling me closer. I could feel his breath on my lips. I gave in to my pleasure. I inched closer, our noses touching. " You know we shouldn't be doing this", I broke the silence. " Don't you see what you do to me, fuck Ti, I've never felt this before, not even for my fiancé", he huskily replied. As I was going to remind him about our competition and more, he smashed his lips into mine. I gasped at the suddenness and he took the opportunity to slid his tongue inside my mouth, french kissing me. I felt a sudden wave of electricity and the next thing I knew was him pressing me against the glass across the room with his hands tightly holding my waist. I kissed him with equal fervour, it was like we both were dying to do that. In that moment I knew I was totally screwed.