The music changed, the slow dance ended, and couples broke up — going
their separate ways, talking with friends…scurrying off to their various
corners, talking about the same useless crap they always talked
about…comparing dances, gossiping about who had boners during the
clench. “I just…”
My words trailed off. Queer. “Sorry,” I said meekly. I surrendered myself to the music and his touch, knowing that no matter
where my world went from here…tonight, I had danced. Disappear. I sat on the edge of the bed
and looked around. I swallowed it gladly, enjoying every sweet drop. Like
mine. “Go on up to my room,” he said. You might as well be under a microscope. Gay. He kissed
me again and held me in his arms. “I’m not in your crowd,” I mumbled softly. I danced with them because I had to keep up
appearances. Maybe…. “Dance with me,” he said. We walked through the door
and he switched on some lights. I shook
it, embarrassed, trying very hard not to blow our first meeting. A beautiful sound. I stared into his eyes. He laughed out loud. “I was just watching Jennifer.”
He rolled his eyes and grinned, as if to say,
