She walked in and all he could do was hold his breath and count the steps as they got closer. 1...2...3...he loved the way she moved, her hips gently swaying without her even trying to be seductive..4...5...6...he could smell her perfume. Intoxicating. 7...8...9... They both exhaled. She was playing with the ends of her hair, one of her more endearing nervous qualities. They both smiled and giggled bashfully. She was looking up at him patiently waiting for him to say something. "Beautiful" he said. "What?" she asked puzzled. "You look beautiful." She smiled and looked at her feet. She quickly jerked up and said "Not so bad yourself, you look quite spiffy," she immediately regretted those words. Spiffy??? Who the hell says spiffy anymore? They continued to smile at one another whilst describing the pros and cons of the wedding: gaudy center pieces, good food, pretty large hall, great DJ. Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On' started to play and they both turned to each other and laughed. Together they shared an inexplicable love for this amazing tune. It instantly brought back so many memories for the both of them. He put out his right hand. She gave him hers and they began to dance. At first they kept a distance, then their bodies began to do what they both wanted. Their hips were now touching, his arm shifted to her lower back. He could feel her breath on his neck. Whenever they would face each other it was like electric shocks passing through their whole bodies. They both knew what would happen if they maintained these glances so instead they quickly averted their eyes or turned their faces. Once the song ended she couldn't be around him anymore. He was all she ever wanted.