Or did I want to feel it again?
After a couple more words of encouragement, he eventually gives in. I clap my hands excitedly and go to the living room.
I push my coffee table into the corner of my living room, making space for us to dance.
I play the same song that the instructor played in the gym, and curtesy in front of him, playfully.
His hand rests on my stomach, before sliding to sit above my hip. I put my hand on his left shoulder.
His other hand trails my arm, starting above my elbow his fingers glide up until they meet my hand, interlocking our fingers.
"No.." I whisper, eyes droopy from the drinks "she said like this." I take my hand out of his and hold it the way the teacher showed us.
He resists a little when I pull my hand away but relaxes.
His touch made my skin hot,
