“What do you mean?” I harshly whisper mentally, irritation building deep inside me.

“He’ll be here soon!” The voice that’s been in my head for as long as I could remember excitedly shouts with a little bit of impatience.

“Who are you talking about?” I shout outside in the cool breeze of night knowing no one could hear me even without the sound of music seeping from under the club door.

“Ugh this is useless! You’ll see.” I feel the presence that resides in the back of my brain disconnect. I nearly scream in frustration. I can’t believe this. With a few very needed breathes, I step back inside the humid building. The beat fills me once more pulling me back to the dance floor.

Soon I’m very aware of the bodies that brush against me every so often. I can feel each thread of the black dress that hugs each curve of my body heightening my sensations. And soon I’m swept up in the beat dancing the night away.

With all the people I have danced with throughout the night, the one that presses up against me from behind doesn’t startle. We sway together in a perfect rhythm. Song after song we don’t break apart. Eventually, I turn around wanting to see the face that I can’t stop imagining. And my breath is stolen straight from my lips. He was stunning and I couldn’t help myself so I moved closer if that was even possible.

Without a moments breath he reached down and kissed me. Hot and wanting.

I don’t hold back letting him take control.

“I told you he would be here.” That voice again. I smile against his lips wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulls away, a smirk on his lips, “you just didn’t expect me.” I take a step back bumping into someone behind me but before I could fall his hand is wrapped around waist yanking me back to him, swaying. His breath on my ear.

Despite the shock that ripples through me I can stop myself from something blooming in my check. “How” I ask inside my brain.

But all he does is smile. Of course that’s his answer.