Dancing with Holly was a dream. Her sweet body fit perfectly with mine as we floated across the dance floor.

She was wearing this baggy, sweater that hung off her shoulder. With her hair pulled to the opposite side, it drew all of the attention to her perfectly sculpted neck. As we moved slower, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and wondered if she could hear it. She smelled so sweet, like lavender and lace.

I closed my eyes as I thought back to earlier when she had taken off her shirt. The moment I turned around and saw her purple laced bra, I couldn’t turn away. It wasn’t like I was a teenager and had never seen a naked woman before, but something about her body made my jaw drop.

Now, holding her in my arms, I wanted to hold her all night long. Just like the song suggested, I wanted to make love to her. I shook my head for a moment as I tried my best to fight the feeling.

Sure, I could take her to bed and then wake up and pretend nothing had ever happened. I’d done it many times in the past with different woman, but something was different about Holly. She intrigued me, she made me want to be a better person. Not someone who would take others for granted as I’d done so many times in the past, no I wanted to be the amazing guy who could maybe one day deserve someone like Holly.

I didn’t deserve her, I didn’t. She leaned back just a bit, and opened her breathtaking eyes to me. Her eyes were the color of a deep ocean. Big, and dark she stared at me. Making me feel vulnerable, feel unworthy.

I closed my eyes to hide from hers. She moved her head just a little, and as I opened my eyes all I could see was her neck. It called to me, like a beacon to a ship in a weathering storm

I couldn’t turn away, I leaned my nose in and took a deep whiff of her skin. Her sweet scent intoxicated me, and I couldn’t be sure if we were still moving. Were we still dancing?

She tilted her head just a bit more, and I seized the moment. Running my lips along her soft skin, I ended at her ear, and nibbled.

She let out a tiny whimper, and I couldn’t help myself. My body yearned for her. I opened my mouth and sucked along her neck. Our bodies bumped into each other and I tightened my hold on her waist. Her skin tasted like sugar as I kissed her neck.

Her hand dropped mine and ran through my hair on the back of my neck. With my other hand now free, I raced it up the side of her and caressed her cheek.

Something about having my hand along her cheek sent thrills all over my body, I had a thing for touching her face.

The end of the song faded and another started right after. We never broke our movements, and I kissed along her neck, then leaned my head back. I needed her lips.

Her eyes opened briefly as I gazed into them. They were desire-ridden, and I leaned in to claim her lips. I wrapped both arms around her waist as I pulled her closer. I needed this.

Our lips moved together and I opened my mouth to reach my tongue into her mouth. She moaned a little as her lips parted.

Fuck.

She tasted sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I couldn’t stop as my heartbeat slammed against my chest. I kissed her hard, and passionate. With every swipe of my tongue the kiss grew fierce. I was hungry for her, I wanted this. With fistfuls of her baggy sweater, I pressed my erection into her stomach. An emotion I was unaware of ever having took over as I pressed harder into her.

Her nails dug into the base of my neck as I dug my tongue deeper into her mouth. What was happening to me? I’d never been so enthralled by a woman to feel the need to consume her. Yet, that’s exactly what I was doing, I was consuming her with everything I had.

I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, I wanted to everyone to know how I felt. This euphoric high I was experiencing was overwhelming me, and yet I was only kissing her.

In this instant, I knew I wanted her. I wanted to feel everything about her. I wanted to be deep inside her. My body ached, my muscles tightened uncontrollably, as I felt her tongue skate across mine. Was she feeling this too? Was she feeling everything I felt? I wished for it, I begged for it. Please let her want me as bad as I wanted her. Please let her need me as bad as I needed her.

I had to find out, I needed to see.

Would she let me?

Just as I was ready to explore other parts of her body, she broke the kiss. She pushed against my chest and my eyes opened.

“Holly,” I whispered.

“Please, stop.” Tears welled in her eyes and immediately I felt like shit.

She raced off the dance floor as I chased after her. Her only two rules were not to touch her and not to kiss her, and I broke them both. I’d taken her trust in me and destroyed it.

We stood there on the dance floor, chests heaving, and dumbfounded. At least I was. I wanted to say so many things, yet I couldn’t get words to form. She was beautiful.

She shook her head and walked away.

“Holly, wait,” I called after her.

I reached her in the hallway of the restrooms. Grabbing her arm, I hurled her around to face me.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

Her eyes were welling with tears and I hung my head low in shame. The low beat of the music pumped through the hallway, but it wasn’t as loud in the hall. No one was around, and I felt like kissing her again.

“Kevin, please don’t do that again.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“I think it’s the holidays, it’s making us do stuff we wouldn’t normally do,” she said.

Was this the case? Was I just feeling this way toward her because of the holiday?

“It won’t happen again, promise. I won’t ever touch you again. Did you want to go back out there and watch the people dance?”

She twisted her finger in her mouth as her blonde hair fell along her shoulder. “Sure.”

“We can even make fun of a few of them if you like.”

This statement earned me a laugh from her and we walked back out to find a table near the dance floor. We sat together watching everyone laugh and dance around the club. Holly crossed her arms along her chest as we watched.

“Look,” I said, pointing my finger toward Brandon and Abigail. The two of them were on the dance floor, unaware of the world around them.

I felt happy for my little brother. He was exactly where he should be and for a moment the jealousy was back. Not jealous because he had Abigail, but because he had someone.

I really thought for a moment Vivian could have been that someone for me. Oh, how wrong I was. She and I would fight over every little thing. I glanced at Holly for a moment as I contemplated my life.

Would I ever find someone?

Did I deserve someone?

Holly noticed me staring and turned to face me. She smiled and I could feel my face lighten up. Just being near her made my dick twitch in my pants. Was I really this lonely?

I grinned at Holly and focused my attention back on everyone around me. After an hour, Brandon and Abigail were ready to head home.

As we sat in the car driving home, Holly gazed out the window on the night sky. Brandon and Abigail cuddled in the back seat and as I drove, I wanted to reach over and touch Holly’s hand.

I didn’t.