The Last Dance

The Last Dance

The song slowly faded out, and a slower, more romantic tune became auditable. Couples slowly made their way to the dance floor as I sat alone and watched. Like clockwork, couples embracing and moving slowly back and forth to the music. The dance floor was almost filled by the time the first stanza of the song had passed, and by that point, dancing at all that night was ruined. Until, he came.<br><br>
He stood there for a moment, just scanning me for a split second, before smiling and holding his hand out. As if my instinct, I took it and he pulled my arm over his shoulder and dragged me into the middle of the dance floor. We stood there, rather awkwardly trying to get into the proper position. I took his hands, and placed them on my hips before I wrapped my arms around his neck. We slowly began to shift back and forth to the music.<br><br>
We started off rather distant from each other, not speaking. All the other couples were embraces to tightly as if it was the last chance they would ever get to do it. I keep my eyes averted from his; eye contact would have made me feel awkward. But, I felt him tug on my hips, pulling me closer to his body. I wrapped my arms tighter, as we nuzzled in an everlasting hug. My heart beat noticeably changed, fluttering and beating faster with each second that passed. For the first time, I knew he was comfortable with being so close to me. That alone was enough to make my night, but as the song reached its climax, his movements became more sluggish and shaky. <br><br>
He rubbed his cheek against mine, and lifted his head from its pillow on my shoulder. I knew what was going to happen, maybe not consciously, but I knew. We leaned into each other, as our foreheads and noses awkwardly touched for the first time. All the people around us faded out. All I could pay attention to was the music and his hazel green eyes as they closed. I closed my eyes, and waited for his lips to brush mine. His scent tantalizing, and the anticipation his that kiss was so great, that it was as if I was melting in his arms. Our lips touched, slowly brushing at first, but it deepened with time. My lip began to quiver, and I got as close to him as possible. The song came to an end, as did our kiss. He looked at me, his eyes locked into mine. He smiled and I leaned in to whisper into his ear.<br><br>
“Thank you…”<br>