They didn't know I was watching.
He looked at her across the room and slowly made his way across the dance floor.
She noticed him, too ... swung her hair to the side ... grinned ... and took his outstretched hand.
I don't know if they had ever met ...
I don't know if they'd ever danced together ...
If this was an old flirtation ... and old "dance" they had played before ...
Or if there was just something in the air that pulled two strangers together, for that one particular song.
They melded into each others' bodies as though they were old lovers who'd re-discovered their passion for each other.
They never unlocked their eyes (except when she was in a spin) ...
They never missed a step ...
There was an energy between their bodies that was both assertive, yet gentle ... sensual, yet tender ...
They looked as though they'd practiced this dance number for months ...
But when the music stopped and he kissed her hand and walked away ...
I didn't had time to ask anyone their "story".
All I could think was, "whoa, is it hot in here?"
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