Make Me
"I'm Ally."
"I'm Nate," he replied. "Wanna dance?"
Taking my hand in his, he led me out onto the floor, my previous pain now completely forgotten as the alcohol, combined with my close proximity to this sexy man, took over.
We stayed like that for a long time; dancing, touching, but rarely talking. The dancefloor wasn't the place for meaningful conversation, nor was now the time. As each song passed, the two of us got closer and our moves became gradually more daring. His hands were on my ass, while mine ran through his silky hair. I blamed it on the songs, which were getting increasingly sexual, only adding to the feeling of arousal inside of me.
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