KISS AND TELL — Club

As I spun around on the dance floor, memorized by the lights, a hand reached out for mine. I was not shocked, like I should have been, as a stranger held on tight and pulled me close. We danced in time to the music. I could feel her blood rushing through her hands, whether from the dancing or from the close proximity to me, I could not tell. My heart was pumping because of both.  As the music slowed, so did our bodies, our arms circling around the waist of each other, until our bodies were close enough to feel...