I wached his hand. It was so generous of him to give it to me to ask me for dance.. dance with him.
my cheeks turned flake red, thats wy I hurry to hide them under my cool palms. Room is full of darknes and my palm castleis not hiding the color of my face but only showes him that I am embarressed. And when my rands tuches my face i notice that i am little more blushed than politeness allows it.
by appearing from my palm hideout i wach his hand shape and i don't need to see his face to know that his invintation comes from his will not because of obligation. I shake my head to let him know that i don't dance, but meanwhile my palm quielty glide in to his hand,and he without delay pull me close to himself,and i feel his body warm. it was rare and enjoyable chanse. thats why my heart s beating against his chest like it is trying to breack in it.
by corner of my eay i see i pair of jelous eays, but they will not pull me out this clumzy paradise wich is sliping under my feet. just a second.. just a second more... and then

it was nice night out. something in me melted.

more i drink him more i am thirsty of him. again and again i let him make my lips smile.

one more thing. i still don't like dancing.