Can you mend my broken heart?

She froze as he whispered into her ears. Every breath of his tingled every single nerve that she possessed in her body giving her endless episodes of goosebumps. His eyes had become so seductive that she felt like she was going to lose herself right now, then and there. She was afraid of letting herself go. She knew that she was straddling a dangerous path and once she crossed the line, there was so coming back.

She gulped her spit in nervousness and his eyes trailed down on her throat. Scared to look even one inch below he readjusted his gaze back on her face and said,

"Follow me"

Then with one swift movement, he swayed her body in a half turn. She was surprised to see him move that way and couldn't believe the way her body reacted to him. She closed her eyes and just followed as his hands commanded.

As they moved in sync, his breaths became short and haggard. Every single move of his was making her breathless. The almost touch, his running fingers, his intense eyes were enough to melt any woman in the world, yet she was braving him somehow. She knew that she could break any moment, but somehow she was bracing her heart and was avoiding the deadly impact. Initially, she was cautious and her moves were calculated but slowly with every passing second, her inhibitions were going down and she let him take all the control.

Every time she came close to him, she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Their hot breaths and sweat mingled with each other in complete harmony. There was clear passion burning in their eyes but they both refused to acknowledge and just kept moving. His hands were all over her body, but not even once did he make an attempt to touch her inappropriately. He was in a trance but still, he took care not to breach her boundaries. Every time his fingers touched her, she would wilt like Mimosa. Every touch of his was soft and enticing like a feather but electric. With every touch he caused her to shiver and titillated her desire for more.

He led her swiftly through the dance like a complete professional and his moves were almost perfect. He kept chasing and retreating with his adept footwork. They seamlessly twined with each other like vines. He followed her toe to toe and his lips smiled eye to eye. She desired for Dirty Dancing and he fulfilled her desire meticulously. They moved on the floor in unison like two people truly, madly and deeply in love with each other burning with a rage of passion.

Every time he embraced her, she wanted to melt in his arms but then with a slick move, he would release her and make her want him even more. Towards the end of the song, he rotated her and then stood behind her back and pulled her close with his one hand resting low on her waist. He then lifted both her arms on top of her head with the beats of the music and ran his palm across. She whimpered and lost all control and leaned back on him, her head resting on his chest and her body going numb with the sudden blast of sensations.

When she leaned back and rested on his chest, he could feel her breaths. They were rapid and demanding. He saw her upper body rising and falling rapidly in an erratic rhythm, gasping for air. She was a sight that he just couldn't resist. His fingers tenderly moved and pushed her hair to one side revealing the velvety smooth skin of her back and neck. She withered with his touch and grew restless. His hands moved to her shoulder and pulled her closer and then he buried his face on her soft skin trying to capture her fragrance.

His nose rested at the base of her neck and his lips almost grazed on her back.

He sensed her body tremble.

He stretched his arm and covered her shoulder. His other arm rested on her waist. He swayed slightly with the beats of the music and she followed. Her eyes closed and she was lost in her own world, possessed by her inner demons.

She was right there in front of him, in his arms, all defenseless and God only knows how bad he wanted to kiss her. His lips quivered at the nape of her neck and she couldn't take it anymore. She knew she had lost it all.

She immediately turned back and placed her right palm on his chest to block him and slowly took a step back.

Then she took another step back, increasing the gap in between and stood there trying to get back her footing.

He looked at her in surprise and stared at the gap that she had just created in between. His gaze was focused on her lithe figure and his eyes were still filled with passion.

She looked at him and then closed her eyes for a second and then shook her head to be able to think straight. Then she let out a deep breath and said,

"The song is over"

"Huh?", he questioned, unable to understand her.

"Our song is complete", she said again.

"I see", he said and wiped away the sweat on his forehead with his wrist.

She continued looking at him in surprise for a while, while he drank water from the bottle on the desk.

"You said you didn't know how to dance. But you... " and her voice trailed off.

"But what?", Raymond asked.

"You already know how to dance, then why did you ask me to teach you to dance?", her eyes questioned him and her face was filled with an expression of discontent as she felt deceived.

He marched close to her and bridged the one-foot distance, that she had created in between. He waited for a second and then moved his palm up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears and then slightly grazed his fingertips on her face and said,

"I asked you to teach me a bit because I had lost touch. I never said I didn't know how to dance".

A sly and dangerous smirk lurked on his handsome face.

Akira stood there speechless, again trapped in his words.