Dancing Into Love

And my girl she is, even if she doesn’t know it yet. I know that I am treading into stalker territory, but I don’t give a flying fuck. She is mine. She shakes her head as if to clear it while I use my free hand to turn on some music. Settling on “Let Me Go” by 3 Doors Down. Focusing my attention back on her, we move around the room like one person. Each move is like foreplay. From the slow around the world dip to the Dirty Dancing style lifts, is straight seduction. She feels like heaven in my arms. I lose track of time as we dance and dance. I don’t think chemistry is going to be a problem.

When she moves away from me, she takes a long drink of her water. I watch her throat move and can’t help imagining what she’s going to look like with my cock in her mouth.

“Holy shit is that the time?” she asks. When I look up at the clock, I see that it’s been over two hours. How the fuck did we lose time like that?

“I guess so,” I say chuckling. She takes a phone call before turning back to me. I only hear a few words of the conversation.

“I have dinner plans, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sounds good. Have a good evening.” I watch her gather her stuff up and walk out of the room without another word.

Who the fuck does she have plans with?

I gather my things up as well and head out of the studio. It’s only six in the evening but I am done for the day. I have to get my plan in action to get Calliope to fall in love with me.

Should be easy, right?

2

Calliope Johnson

I grew up in the foster system moving from home to home. The only reliable thing I had in my life was dance. My dream started when I was just two years old, watching reruns of Come Dancing on BBC America. The way the dancers moved was mesmerizing to me. They were talking without words, speaking through their bodies. Every turn and lift meant something. I simply fell in love with it. No matter how many homes I went to or how many broken promises I heard, I knew I would always have dance. It was that way until I was ten and found my forever home with the Johnson’s. When they said they were adopting me, I laughed out loud because if there is anything this world has taught me, it is to never rely on anyone. Everyone always fucking leaves me.

I learned that from a very young age. Mrs. Johnson slowly got me out of my shell. She walked in on me dancing in my room to some Britney Spears. I slammed the door in her face and screamed at her to knock. I thought for sure that I was going to be sent away when she came to the door. The next morning, she knocked on my door and told me we were leaving. My stomach dropped. I thought they were giving me back.

When we got into the car, she was quiet until she pulled into a parking spot of what looked like a run-down building. My immediate thought was is she really leaving me here? She turned the car and shifted to face me. She gave me a watery smile and told me she knew that God had sent me to them. She hated that it took so long for me to get to them, but she was so glad that I was finally there. I didn’t know what to say, so I might have cried a little instead. She also said that while I might not believe or trust her, they wanted me, warts and all. After helping me out of the car, she held my hand as she took me inside the building to my very first dance class. From then on, it took me a little longer to embrace Mr. Johnson but after a year with them, I finally felt like I was there to stay. They did everything for me, always making sure that I was the best me I can be. I started calling them mom and dad less than two years after that.

I spent the next two years working my ass off doing different types of dance until I finally settled on contemporary. It is where my true passion is. When I turned fifteen, I auditioned for Rocky Mountain Dance-Off and got a part that’s when I first met him, Aidan Murphy. He’s only three years older than I am and I fucking hate him. The rich boy attitude that always gets what he wants. I don’t think he has ever had to work for anything in his life. All of the girls hang all over him, but he only gives me that megawatt smile. He has these perfect matching dimples on each cheek and every Goddamn time he does it, it feels like he has set my body on fire. My heart beats faster and I feel drawn to him. He knows he is hot and I fucking hate it.