#danmagines

There he was. Standing next to the bar, blending into the masses. Unassuming and unnoticeable. But I noticed him. The man with the dark hair, the black jacket, and Red shirt. He kept to himself, not talking, and looking in my general direction. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. 

Unlike him, I stood out in the crowd. Floor length Red dress, with lipstick to match. But outfits are unimportant, what’s important here is the color Red and how it seemed to just fit with the night. 

We caught each other’s glance and it hit us. We made our way to each other and met in the middle of the room, as if something other than ourselves brought us there.

We exchanged names, and as the first note played, our bodies connected. As his hand found the small of my back and the other in my hand, mine found his shoulder. We started out slow, moving along with the tempo. Slowly, smoothly, intimately. 

The lights were low, casting shadows across both of our faces. And in this moment, everything felt Red. I felt it in my chest, and a fire moved throughout my body. The sound grew louder, and a devilish grin spread across my Red lips. I couldn’t help myself.

We covered the dance floor, moving around expertly, and when the bass grew  louder  and the piano picked up, everything became more dramatic. I could see the smirk pick up on his mouth, and I was almost positive that we were thinking the same thing.

There seemed to be something drawing me to him, I’ve never felt more connected to someone, it was almost as if we were long-time lovers, and he felt it too. There was electricity in the air, and it only seemed to grow as the night moved on.

He was mine for hours, and the night was drawing to a close as the last song played.  I knew I would have to do something to draw him in and make him mine for just a little bit longer. Kissing him seemed like the right thing to do, and it seemed as if he agreed, and as the moment ended, I slid my hand down his chest, and pulled away at the last note. I backed away from him with a devious grin on my face, daring him to come and follow me. His eyes intently staring into mine, he drew closer, knowing what my body language was suggesting. My smirk grew wider as he caught me, grabbing my hand and bringing me close once again.

When I woke up the next morning he was gone, leaving no evidence to him having ever been there. Only the memory. The man from across the room. The man with the black jacket, and the red shirt.

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