Even with the blinding lights and the intoxicating rhythm of tango blaring in the speakers, my senses only focused on one particular Elliot. His ocean blue eyes gently flooding my vision, drowning from his captivating gaze. And like two magnets of the opposite pole, I could feel my lips drawn to his.
I closed my eyes, taking every moment in with Elliot in front of me. Perhaps he wasn’t a 0 after all, perhaps he was something much more. Something worth–
Until I got shoved, pulling me from the trance I was in. The blinding lights blocking out the wholeness of Elliot. The once addicting rhythm of tango now a nuisance as it deafened what he uttered.
And just like that.
He ran away.
I don’t know what had happened. Had I done something wrong? I am not a man to think of this, howev
