It was there under the moonlight that I had first seen him. He was not your average male, and if I had been a fan of those nefarious Twilight books, then I would undoubtedly have felt like I had met my very own Edward. The male standing in front of me was tall, pale, and sported long black hair that fell to just below his shoulders. It was not a look that had appealed to me before tonight, and I had dismissed him based on appearance alone.
Tonight, however, my resolve was not as strong. Or perhaps it was the fact that I could hear my favourite song playing much too loudly through his headphones as he walked past. Being a dancer, music was an integral part of my world, evoking all manner of emotions. This particular song made me want to abandon all caution to the wind, and dance as if no one was watching. I suppose the sentiment was translating into 'love as if no one was watching', because I wanted to take him back to my room and have my way with him. Perhaps I was thinking too loud, because he turned to meet my gaze from the wall he was now straddling. I held his gaze for a couple of seconds, but then had to look away. The sheer power of his eyes was mesmerising. I looked down, an action that resulted in noticing exactly how strong his hands looked. A small moan escaped from my lips as I realised exactly how much I wanted those hands to hold me close to him.