Dance With The Enemy

I willed myself to get out of the trance and looked away. It took everything in me to tear myself from this delicious sensation. But I had to. I pulled away and he too didn't resist, following me from our trance. Without saying a word, he led me towards the floor, like a task. I did everything in my power to not feel those tingles, the traitorous emotions his touch was evoking in me. We both were trying to avoid eye contact as he threaded his fingers through mine. My hands looked so tiny against his. I felt several hard calluses scattered over his palm when he pressed his rough hand against my soft and smooth ones. He was a man of labor, something I had always admired in him. He held me in place by putting one hand on my waist. I heard him releasing a shaky breath before his hold on my waist tightened a little. I had danced in this position before but with him, it felt so intimate.

My eyes were wandering everywhere but at him. We started dancing to the rhythm of the music. Needless to