Chapter Ten

Not only my heart but the heart of the dark gazed man in my embrace is racing on the dancefloor as the chemistry in all our moves becomes increasingly intense

My eyes are open, and my mouth closed, but our hearts speak to each other loudly. I can hear this man’s thoughts.

Or is it my thoughts that I want to be his? Every touch, every move. Is a hidden message. It is as if he is asking me in my head if he can touch me and I reply, okay in my head.

Then it happens he touches me.

I magically understand without a prior knowledge of the communication.

Fuck… stop overthinking it, Keirah. Enjoy the two-hour ride. You will never have this. I take him up for all his advances and allow my body to feel his caresses around me through our moves.

The secret message of wanting each other for sex so badly is the new name of our moves as one. Someone should have told me there was unfiltered raw communication, which spoke magnitude from dancing partners without a single word spoken.

This is good