Intense Affection

IA 2: DISAPPEARED

FOR PETE'S SAKE! She's wearing a two-piece combo of a sleek, shiny, and sexy dress with a combination of black and red color. That's why she could feel the heat on his bare hands every time he touches her body. It's like, there's a fire in his fingertips that made her sanity lose.

Being a ballroom dancer, the dress you're going to wear is depending on the type of ballroom dancing you do because there are several different styles of ballroom dancewear that may be appropriate for your performances. In general, women wear long dresses for the more traditional ballroom dances like the waltz and shorter ballroom dresses for dances like the samba.

To choose the perfect dancewear, you'll have to think about your style and the demands of your dance. A floor-length gown will not work well in a dance where you are in danger of stepping on it every two seconds.

Anyone learning to ballroom dance or who's been dancing ballroom for years and years needs an excellent selection of ballroom dance clothes—both for practicing in the studio and for performing on the dance floor.

Everyone looks stunning in black because it's very often used .in all dance clothing. But if you want to stand out from the crowd, you may go with another color. Red is a trendy alternative that will look beautiful on virtually every dancer. Of course, since red is such a popular color and alternative to black, you might blend in with red as well.

But to really stand out, you'll have to choose a color such as blue or green. So that was her choice of color for her students to wear because the presentation was for them, not for her.

THEY'RE now dancing the fox-trot with her students, but the familiar sensation was still there.

What's happening? Who is this mysterious man? Why does he know every single move of our steps? And why do I feel this way every time our bodies clung together? She asked herself again.

She didn't know why she felt that way because she didn't feel that kind of sensation when she's dancing with Mitos. She should have slapped him in the face because of what he did a while ago, but her body said otherwise. It gives her excitement for no reason.

Her heart was pounding so hard as she met his gaze again. It seemed like at any time; she would melt. She looked at him intently. She could saw his right face; it has no pores nor white or blackheads, his nose is also pointed, and his jaw was perfect. She even bit her lower lip to prevent herself from ravishing his heart-shaped kissable lips.

"Focus!" he said in a cold tone.

She closes her eyes. His breath smells good too. She really wants to calm herself, especially her heart, but she couldn't.

They let go of each other when her students entered. She wanted to talk to the mysterious man but she couldn't because he's on the other side of the stage, far from her. She couldn't wait, knowing that they would be close to each other again at the end of their presentation.

She chose Fox-Trot dance for her students, a ballroom dance for beginners because she couldn't teach them the Cha-Cha due to flirtatious steps.

Foxtrot is smooth, elegant, and easy to learn dance; that's why it would really fit the beginners. The basic elements of foxtrot are walking steps and side steps. The long walking movements also involve a rise and fall action, which is similar to a waltz, although more subtle.

At that time, she must cheer up her students, but the mysterious man devoured her entire system.

"Hey! Who's the guy you danced with?" Pauline asked as she approached her side.

She shrugged her shoulder. "I really don't know him."

"Tsk, seriously? But he looks handsome, yeah?"

She rolled her eyes. "How did you say so? We can't even see his whole face."

"Yeah, right! But I think he's the one who always sends you flowers," Pauline said from nowhere.

She looked at her. "My secret admirer?"

Pauline's eyes narrowed. "What do you think?"

She thought about that too, but this man was different. There's something about him she couldn't name. "If he were my admirer, why does he have to hide his face? What kind of a man is he, torpor? He should have introduced himself, so I could get to know him, right?"

Pauline crossed her arms below her chest. "Boys were like that sometimes. You know, mysterious. But you know what you should do? You have to get his name or his phone number. I have a strong feeling that he's your admirer."

"Really?" she asked with amazement.

She has a point. Because if he's not her admirer, why would he suddenly appear?

"Yeah! So go!" she said and pushed her back to the stage.

THEY danced again, but this time with her students. And because of that, she started to feel uneasy also. She wanted to do what her friend said earlier, but she didn't know where to start. She can't understand herself right now. It just so happened that she became interested in a man, with this man.

"Who are you ?" she asked again as her mouth settled on his ear while they're doing the criss-cross step on their feet. Besides, she couldn't wait any longer, and she badly needs to know his name.

"You don't need to know. The important is, I save you from shame." She bit her lower lip out of embarrassment and held back her moan as she felt his lips touched her right ear. Her knees also began to tremble. His body really brought an unfamiliar heat to her.

"But —" her words swept away by loud applause from the audience, meaning their presentation was over without even realizing it.

He held her hand that gives sparks to her whole being as they lined up on the stage and simultaneously bowed in gratitude. She still felt the tightness of his grip as if he didn't want to let go of her hand. They were only separated when the children pushed them away from each other. When she reached backstage, she immediately followed the young man, but her attention transferred to the woman she bumped into on the pathway.

The woman's things inside her bag were scattered on the floor. She helped the woman first and was about to follow him again, but to her dismay, his out of her sight. He already disappeared like a bubble.

"Miss! Have you noticed the guy passing by in front of you a while ago?" she asked the woman she bumped into, who's still fixing something inside her bag.

"Which guy?"

"The guy in black, the one who's wearing a mask!" she illustrated.

"Oh, the one you were dancing with earlier?" she nodded quickly.

"I saw him hurrying off toward the exit."

"Did you see his face?" The lady shook her head and immediately turned around after she thanked her.

His sudden outgo saddened her. She didn't even know his name, and most importantly, she didn't even thank him.