She held her hand out, it was shaking and I loved it. I didn’t know what to do, my heart telling me to take it, my mind shouting for me to slap her. I slid my hand into hers, feeling how sweaty it was, and I can’t help but laugh. I have to look away from that goofy grin she has on, I stare at her black chuck’s; the same fucking sneakers.

“Nothing,” I can only whisper it, I play with my hands just as nervous as her.

I’m not sure what to do, of what I feel if I should just do it. I feel those eyes, unblinking daring me to do it. She holds out her hand and waits with that look that confuses me so. I am drawn in with those eyes, that smile and those god forsaken lips. The feel of her hands as she holds onto my hips, as she pulls me closer. Her hair was curling, tickling my hand. I can feel her through my clothes, the rustle of them, and the sudden urge to take them off. The heat that is coming off of her, making me so fucking hot. The smell of her cologne swirling in my head, the feel of her teasing every inch of my body.

“I remember when you first played this song.” her voice was filled with emotion, dripping of sex. “When you were hired to Dj Russell Simmons party the same night this place opened…I remember fucking missing you, of thinking about you the whole night.”

Her breath on my skin was tantalising making it so much harder to think.

“I remember that I was out on the ramp when I saw you,” she pulls away, making me want her more. “How you were wearing that shirt that I use to look down.”

I love that she is so truthful, so honest. That she doesn’t have to speak, that her eyes give every thing away. I can see her swallow, I can feel her pulse rising. I wonder what would happen if I pulled her into a kiss? It like she knows what I’m thinking, as she moves so close. Any second we could kiss, but instead the song ends and she pulls away. I don’t want to let her go, but I know I have to.