Savior smiles at me and it’s so genuine, so real. For a short moment, he forgets where he is and he’s happy. His brown eyes are focused on mine, our bodies are aligned together, and it feels so beautiful.
I’m blessed my dance background came in handy and I was able to keep up with Savior. As I slightly grind and shake my hips, he holds onto them and approvingly smiles, as if he was encouraging me to let loose.
His body is filled with passion and his eyes are smiling along with his mouth. It felt like we’d always danced like this, so intimate yet so polite. It was never disrespectful and he never put his hands anywhere they shouldn’t have been.
I’m so caught up in the moment, I don’t notice the dance floor become crowded. The blue hair crowd is on here, grooving with their husbands and significant others, trying to imitate the same moves Savior just did to me.
He pulls me close to him and caresses my face, mouthing the lyrics, ‘Who do you love? Are you for sure?’
My heart stuttered and my breath was caught in my throat. At that moment, it was only the two of us in the universe. There was no me, no him; it was just us. Savior looked so beautiful, so raw and real, and I wondered if this is how everything would be between us.
I know he’s just lip-synching but the moment is so surreal and I wonder if there’s meaning behind those words. I still don’t know if Savior is being real or if he’s trying to placate me from the earlier disaster.
Savior’s eyes flicker with delight and mischief. Just when I’m about to question him, he suddenly dips me in the middle of the dance floor. His lips claim mine and the kiss steals my soul. His muscular arms hold me so I don’t fall yet I never felt I was in danger. For the first time tonight, I felt protected. I felt needed.
I felt loved.
Savior lifts me back up and caresses my face. His eyes are heated and I feel the energy shift between us again. “Who do you love?”
There’s not doubt in my voice when I answer him. “You, Savior. I love you.”
