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you moving. Phoebe is right, that singer will make you melt.
                  I haven’t danced this much since we went out for my twenty first birthday. As one song fades to the next, I feel the stress disappear. Our bodies are moving and swaying to the beat. I even let the guy standing behind me, who has decided he wants to dance with me, put his arms around my waist. I lay my head back on his shoulder as our bodies move as one.
    “You are a great dancer,” he says right in my ear so that I can hear him. He has a deep gravelly, very male voice and it is making my insides jump.
    “Thank you,” I answer breathlessly, getting lost in his brown eyes. As I am entranced in his gaze, I feel his hands move to my thighs and begin making their way to parts they have no business being.
    “Nice try,” I say, pulling his hands back up to my waist. He smiles and I almost want to tell him to forget it and to put his hands wherever he wants. But I save myself from falling to his charm as I know where that will lead. One night of happiness dawns unto a morning of shame. That isn’t my style. So I will continue to allow his strong arms to wrap around my waist, and savor the fact that my frame fits perfectly with his and then when the time comes, I will go home with Phoebe.
    I hear his heavy breathing on my neck and can’t help but laugh. I turn so we are face to face and wrap my arms around his neck. Questioning my own brazenness, I follow as he moves one of his legs between mine and my hips begin gyrating into him. His hands are moving up my sides and find their home on my lower back so they can guide my hips where they want them. I see the lust in his eyes and I kind of panic. I think I am giving him the wrong idea. I try to pull away from him but he swiftly pulls me back to him.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I need a drink.”
    “Please stay until the song is over then you can get a drink.” His deep voice is so inviting. How can I tell him no? Without anymore hesitation, I wrap my arms back around his neck and we continue to sway, as one, to the beat.
    Five songs and some sweat later, it looks as though the band is taking a break. This is a good thing as it allows me time to distance myself from Prince Charming.
                  “Sorry guys we have to take a break be right back with you,” the singer says, before he walks to the back of the stage.
    “Thanks for the dance, it was fun. I am going to get that drink now.”
    When I start to pull away from him, he pulls me closer, again, so our bodies are flush. His lips are just above mine…so close, I could touch them with my tongue, if I wanted. I see a smirk play on his lips and immediately my eyes are drawn to his. Even though they are slightly unfocused, they are displaying his thoughts.
    “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but I really want to dance with you all night, you have an amazing body and I love the way it feels against mine.”
    I can feel my cheeks begin to get heated. That is quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
    “As long as it goes no further than dancing, I am good with that. But I need a drink. I am going to find my sister, I will be back.” I somehow manage to spit that out without showing him how much he is affecting me.
    “Hurry back…” His words linger between us for a few seconds before I finally leave to go.
    Phoebe is in total fan girl mode when I find her. She hasn’t left the stage even though the band is no longer occupying it.
                  “Let’s go get another drink,” I say as I walk up behind her and almost literally have to pull her away from the stage.
                  “Girl, I am getting that tonight,” she says.
                  “Do you know how many other women out here are saying the same thing?”
                  “Wanna bet?” she says before she orders our drinks.
                  “Bet you