Strangers in the Night

As the music slowly faded away, she looked out onto the thinning dance floor, scouring the crowd for one last sight of him.

She rubbed her mascara smeared eyes and squinted through the now brightly lit room, seeing the truth of the night for the first time.

No more smoke, no more neon lights, no more mirrors... Just drunken strangers stumbling out to their cars.

Under this glaringly bright light, none of them really looked so glamorous. But with the alcohol and rush of the evening, they all felt like movie stars.

Just a few hours ago, she was pressed up against the wall, slowly gyrating and swaying to the beat. His eyes had met hers across the room.

It's almost as if they came out at her and pierced her heart like a needle. Instinctively she looked away, but knew he was still watching.

Putting him furthest from her thoughts, she felt the beat pumping through her body. Her hands rhythmically coursed over every curve of her body as she danced.

She knew that he could only see her in Slow Motion... hair blowing in the breeze... sweat beading on her brow... hips turning from side to side.

She was almost completely lost in the music when she felt his breath over her left shoulder, "Wanna Dance"?

He was gorgeous. His body was the chiseled masculine form of a man and he was dressed to impress. Respectful in his manner and charming with his smile...

Not saying a word, she put her arms around his shoulders and teased his collar. Her frame swayed down to the floor, turned, and slowly rolled up the front of his body. She felt his hands tremble and grab her hips closer to his. She didn't protest.

On the dance floor, everyone else slowly drifted out of sight as they grinded and teased each other, with growing anticipation.

"Wanna drink?", he asked. Her mouth moved, but he could barely hear her voice over the thumping bass.

He suddenly twisted her around so his eyes once again met hers. Who is this wildly sexy and incredibly exotic woman? he thought to himself...

"WHAT?" she yelled, shattering his trance.

He was completely lost in her stare. With one arm sweeping around her lower back, he squeezed her into his embrace.

Gently, but firmly, he placed his lips over hers and tasted her sweet strawberry gloss. Her lips were soft and delicate; he couldn't resist them any longer.

It seemed to last an eternity as they kissed, two strangers drawn to each other like deer caught in headlights.

She watched him saunter off through the crowd to the bar for her drink, like many men had on many nights before this one.

But he was different and she knew it.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist and started dragging her off to the side.

"I gotta pee, Lily!"

She had been so wrapped up in him that she completely forgot about her friends. Minutes of chattering and lipstick applications later, they returned to the dance floor.

But, he wasn't there.

Her eyes searched the room, from the crowded bar to the DJ booth; from the stools at the tables to the sofas in the corner...

He wasn't there.

Where did her handsome stranger go?

She didn't even think to ask his name.

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