The club was hot and dark, the scent of clove cigarettes from the smokers outside wafting through the place. I pressed through to the dance floor and moved with the music, letting it take me like Jonathan had taken me last night. Time didn't matter.

I had no idea how long I'd been there when a change rolled through the crowd. A different scent, a new passion, approaching me.

"There you are," came the voice I'd been waiting for —hoping for, half-fearing. Surely the magic we'd shared last night was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. How could the second date live up to it? If what we even qualified as dating. It felt like destiny. Hands gripped me from behind, at shoulder and hip, and we moved together, swaying to the music.

His mouth touched one side of my neck and I couldn't help but shudder. He pulled aside my hair and tongued the base of my neck, tracing the bones there and ending with a nip on the other side.

I was wet through and through already with wanting him, almost gasping just to be near him again, but Jonathan held me to him with one arm across my chest. I could feel he wanted me and pressed myself into his groin to torture him as he tortured me. 

"You're glorious. Like a flame leaping up out of shadow." Around us, the other dancers, in black and white and the occasional purple, were like shadows. I could scarcely see them. My eyes shut. All I needed was Jonathan's voice to dance to, anymore.