Genevieve

I was naked; there was no need for slow dancing and taking off my clothes. I didn’t have my music, but I was one determined woman.

He leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled away just before our lips touched. He was going to do a lot to earn that.

I stepped a few feet away from him, far enough so he could see me, but not so close that, if he stretched out his hand, he could touch me. I shut my eyes and started twirling around to the music in my head. I had heard it one too many ...