The electricity of his touch lingered on her skin, charging her clothes with a static that was almost like his fingertips caressing her. She had felt herself gasp as the firm hands grasped her hips confidently, as if their owner knew they fit together, as if he'd held her that way a thousand times before. She'd closed her eyes, letting him guide her away from Rick, who, despite his call of truce, seemed to think that meant he was once more a part of her life.
She had closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the stranger to be Raiden, pairing his movements to the first dance they had shared. It had been their song that was playing, his actions, their dance. The one they always had enjoyed whenever they went out together. But compared to her memory, this touch seemed real, familiar, like a d
