~~~    Dance    ~~~

You’ve had a hard day at work/school and to get your mind off of it some friends try to convince you to meet them at the club. Tired of arguing and wanting to end the convo, you agree, thinking you would hang out for a little while and it would be the end of it. You block out where you all were to meet, thinking you all are going to meet at your local hangout spot. Not realizing [hey you wasn’t listening] that they had picked another spot, you show up at the local club and go inside to wait. After some wait you try to call and/or page your friends, in hopes that they will respond and/or meet you soon. After another 30 minutes you think that either your friends have stood you up or they will show up any second and explain all. Either way you will try to stay until they show or you get some word from them. They finally call you back and explain that they are across town at a different club [the actual club you were supposed to meet] but not to move because they are on their way to you…they should be there in 15 minutes [wishful thinking] tops. You agree to wait... but for only 15 min. claiming you had a rough day and you were getting tired. After another 15 minutes you write a note to your friends and prepare to give the letter to the bartender to give to them when he hands you a letter instead. You ask who the letter is from and he shrugs and tells you to read it…this is what the letter says...

You turn to the bartender and ask who wrote/sent the letter…he says he’s not sure but the person said to tell you they were in the back just in case you wanted to know. Thinking it was some type of joke from your friends or something...you head to the back ready to blast into them for having you wait all that time while they were here all the time. “Why in the he...” You stop mid-sentence because it’s not your friends you see but instead it’s Maxwell. Shocked at seeing Max you turn to leave suddenly, thinking you went into the wrong room, but he stops you by saying..”Don’t leave...I wasn’t sure you would come after reading my note, but I’m glad you did. Still thinking you are in the wrong room you turn to leave anyway when he comes over to you and takes you hand. He smiles and says... “Hey maybe this won’t make up for all the time you’ve spent out there alone waiting but would you like to dance?

Too shocked to say anything you shake your head yes and Max smiles and takes you into him. Your heartbeat quickens as Max places his arm around you to rest his hand in the small of your back. While still holding your other hand, you and Max begin to dance. Softly you hear “TTCCK” playing in the back ground and you become lost. You breathe the smell of him and lose yourself in the intoxicating scent. Gently you sway to the rhythm of the song as Max slowly draws you closer. Soon you feel his breath upon your neck. You suddenly realize that Max is softly singing the words of the song in your ear. Without realizing it you move closer still to Maxwell, until you practically become one. You feel tender kisses being applied upon your neck yet you do nothing to stop them…the feeling is too good. Lost in the feeling you continue to move and sway, not knowing that the music has stopped. You slowly lift your head and stare into his eyes. You’ve always heard people say that the eyes are the windows/mirrors of the soul and now you finally understand why. It’s almost as if time has stopped and it’s just you and he, and nothing else is of importance. You envision scenes from the future of you and he laughing, smiling, dancing and loving together. You see scenes of the children and the family, the dog and the happy home. The old couple sitting together still holding hands after all the years that passed. Lost in the wonderment of his eyes, you realize that you’ve never seen anything as beautiful as this. Never wanting this moment to end, you try to remember every aspect of him, fearing never again will this happen. You start to stroke his hair [yeah I know I got a thing about his hair], but soon you are drawn to the delicate yet strong lines of his face. You lovingly run your fingers over his scar, as if soothing away the pain if any it may have caused. You stroke his eyebrows and relish in the silkiness of the hair and his skin. You run your fingers down the side of his face, playing momentarily with his sideburns and wisp of a beard. With nervous fingers, you begin to trace the contours and curves of his mouth and lips [thinking of how it would feel with his lips upon yours] when Max reaches up and clutches your hand. You’re startled thinking that maybe you’ve done something that he has not liked. But to your surprise Maxwell slowly begins to kiss each finger. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his breath astound you. You marvel at how he is kissing each finger with such tenderness. Just when you think the pleasure is at its peak, Maxwell surprises you by in turn reveling in the wonders and beauty of you face. Delicately and softly tracing the lines and shapes of you. With the exploration complete you move in closer preparing your lips to meet his. Just as your lips are to join in union you faintly hear your friends calling your name. You realize they are in the hallway headed your way. You quickly move away from Maxwell, not ready or able to explain the intimate scene they would have walked in on. You gather yourself and nervously call out their names to direct them to the right location. They enter the room and sense something between you and Maxwell. Although they never comment on it verbally you see a thousand questions in their eyes. Being the gracious gentleman that he is Maxwell stays in the room and interacts with and entertains you and your friends. Despite all the people in the room it’s as if only you and he remain. You can still feel his arm around your waist and the softness of his hand as he held yours in his as if it was a precious gift. The way it felt when you were pressed up against him. The prickly feel of the stubble on his chin that he had yet to shave away. You thought and thought about what might have happened had your friends not come in when they did. You imagine his soft supple lips slowly graze and caress your lips. The moistness of his tongue as ran it along yours. From time to time you feel his eyes upon you and you in return stare at him with thoughts of could have been. After hours of joking, laughing, dancing, eating and having the best time in a long time it’s time to leave. The club is closing and everyone must go their separate ways. Maxwell the ever gentleman, goes around and one by one hugs your friends and comments on the good times had by all. As he draws you near you your heartbeat quickens, for you have another chance to be close to him. Finally he’s upon you and like the others he takes you in his arms and hugs you close. As he holds you near to him he whispers in your ear...
“Until next time, maybe then we can finish that dance.”
He hugs you awhile longer than the others and you see the bemused and confused expressions on your friends’ faces, and you know you will be in for a marathon chat. He releases you and wishes you all a good night. Before anyone has a chance to question you about the hug and the things that occurred before they arrived, you come up with the excuse that you will explain all later and you need to get up early in the morning. They accept your excuse/explanation for now but warn you to be expecting their calls. You rush to your car thankful to be away from them and the fact that theirs is in the other direction. When you arrive at your car you are greeted with a surprise...Maxwell. You smile as you move closer, anticipating the kiss you never got to experience.
“I just wanted to make sure you got to your car ok [he asked your friends the make of your car] and to tell you I enjoyed our dance.” Max says.
“So did I” you reply.
“Although we didn’t completely finish it was quite enjoyable, and if you don’t mind I’d like to give you an incentive to come back here to finish it when you get the opportunity.” Max says.
Inadvertently you moisten your lips and Maxwell begins to smile. You begin to blush thinking he has read your thoughts and now knows how eager you are to kiss him. To your surprise he reaches for your hand and holds it gently in his. He caresses your hand and tenderly and gently brings it to his lips and kisses it. You are in awe of the simple yet extraordinary act he just performed.
Again Maxwell whispers in your ear... “Next time or maybe even the time after that we will experience the ultimate culmination [ending] to our dance. But until then I’ll look forward to meeting and joining with you in our special place, which will be reserved only for us, only for our dance.” Again he kisses your hand and then helps you into your car and you know that soon you will be meeting him again for a dance.