The music pulsed from the speaker. She closed her eyes and felt it vibrate through her body. Then, swaying, she danced to the rhythm. Though her eyes were closed, she smiled. Music was the one constant in her life. No matter what happened, music was the only thing always there; it held her and kept her sane in a world constantly spiraling into the crazy.
Hips moving back and forth to Zeplin, she moved with the beat. A seductive smile curved her lips while she imagined her life filled with love, sultry nights, and passion-filled encounters. Her voice projected words of desire as she belted out the lyrics.
Suddenly she felt warm hands on her shoulders. They trailed down her arms and then back up again. She leaned into the hard body behind her, reaching backward; she placed her hands on his hips. She helped him feel the beat, to move with her body as they danced together; the bodies swaying to the music as they moved into their own world.
Turning, she smiled into his eyes as he looked into hers. Then, tilting her head up, they kissed passionately. She’d missed him more than she could ever express. He was her heart, her soul. And now that he was here her world felt complete—no more nights pining for missing pieces to her soul.
The song changed, and The Doors Love Her Madly belted from the speaker. She placed his hands on her hips while dancing to the music’s beat. He smiled into her eyes. She loved him with all her heart.
She was tipsy now. Smiling seductively, she took his hand and led him outside to the deck to watch the sunset on the late winter horizon. The colors were magical. And once done, they meandered back inside to worship each other as only lovers could.
And in the morning, when the alcohol wore off and the sunlight glimmered into the window, she would still love him. She would still be grateful he loved her. She would still be enthralled that he was here, that he loved her as much as she loved him, and that her life felt complete.