Slow Motion

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(Continued from Take Three)

The others reappear.  I’m introduced.  We start dancing.  Nice Guy and I migrate towards the windows, where it’s less crowded.  He tries to speak over the music.

I rest my hand on his shoulder.  ‘What did you say?’

He leans in, repeats the sentence.  I laugh.  His hand is at my waist.  We keep dancing, but slower than before: slower, and closer.  He teases me.  I laugh again, give him a gentle swat.  My hand drops to his back.  For a moment, we’re cheek to cheek.  Our eyes meet, then our lips. 

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(TO BE CONTINUED)



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