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and it’s been so long since I’ve felt this way. I wonder if it’s the dancing that’s doing this to me or if it’s Owen. I’ve never slow-danced before, so I have no other dance to compare it to. The only thing I have to measure this feeling against is the way Adam used to make me feel, and this is pretty close to that. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone to kiss me.
Or maybe it’s just been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to feel this way.
Owen lifts his hand to the back of my head and lowers his mouth to my ear. “It’s been ten seconds,” he whispers. “Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head softly.
I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smiling. He pulls me against his chest and rests his chin on top of my head. I close my eyes and breathe him in again.
We dance like this until the song ends, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to let go first or if he’s supposed to let go first, but neither of us does. Another song begins and luckily, it’s slow like the last one, so we just keep moving as though the first song never ended.
I don’t know when Owen began moving his hand away from the back of my head, but it’s slowly moving down my back, making my arms and legs feel so weak, I question their existence. I find myself wishing he would pick me up and carry me, preferably straight to his bed.
His initials are very appropriate for the way he’s making me feel right now. I want to whisper, “OMG,” over and over.
I pull away from his chest and look up at him. He’s not smiling right now. He’s piercing me with eyes that seem a thousand shades darker than when we walked into this bar.
I unlock my hands, and I slide one against his neck. I’m surprised I feel comfortable enough to do this, and even more surprised by his reaction. He exhales softly and I can feel the chills erupt over the skin on his neck as his eyes fall shut and his forehead meets mine.
“I’m pretty sure I just fell in love with this song,” he says. “And I hate this song.”
I laugh a little and he pulls me closer, resting my head against his chest. We don’t speak, and we don’t stop dancing until the song ends. The third song begins to play and it isn’t something I’m willing to dance to, considering it’s not a slow song. When we both accept that the dance is over, we inhale simultaneous breaths and begin to separate.
His expression is full of concentrated intent, and as much as I like his smile, I also really like it when he looks at me like this. My arms leave his neck and his hands leave my waist and we’re both standing on the dance floor, staring at each other awkwardly, and I’m not sure what to do now.
“The thing about dancing,” he says, folding his arms across his chest, “is that no matter how good it feels when you’re doing it, it’s always extremely awkward when it’s over.”
It makes me feel good to know that it’s not just me who doesn’t know what to do now. His hand touches my shoulder, and he urges me back toward the bar. “We have drinks to finish.”
“And fries to eat,” I add.

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and it’s been so long since I’ve felt this way. I wonder if it’s the dancing that’s doing this to me or if it’s Owen. I’ve never slow-danced before, so I have no other dance to compare it to. The only thing I have to measure this feeling against is the way Adam used to make me feel, and this is pretty close to that. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone to kiss me.Or maybe it’s just been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to feel this way.Owen lifts his hand to the back of my head and lowers his mouth to my ear. “It’s been ten seconds,” he whispers. “Do you want to stop?”I shake my head softly.I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smiling. He pulls me against his chest and rests his chin on top of my head. I close my eyes and breathe him in again.We dance like this until the song ends, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to let go first or if he’s supposed to let go first, but neither of us does. Another song begins and luckily, it’s slow like the last one, so we just keep moving as though the first song never ended.I don’t know when Owen began moving his hand away from the back of my head, but it’s slowly moving down my back, making my arms and legs feel so weak, I question their existence. I find myself wishing he would pick me up and carry me, preferably straight to his bed.His initials are very appropriate for the way he’s making me feel right now. I want to whisper, “OMG,” over and over.Aku menarik dari dada dan menatap kepadanya. Ia tidak tersenyum sekarang. Ia adalah menusuk saya dengan mata yang tampak seribu warna lebih gelap dari ketika kami berjalan ke bar ini.Saya membuka tangan saya, dan saya geser satu melawan lehernya. Saya terkejut saya merasa cukup nyaman untuk melakukannya, dan bahkan lebih terkejut dengan reaksi. Ia mengembuskan napas lembut dan aku bisa merasakan menggigil meletus di kulit di lehernya matanya jatuh menutup dan dahinya bertemu saya."Aku cukup yakin aku hanya jatuh cinta dengan lagu ini," katanya. "Dan aku benci lagu ini."Aku tertawa sedikit dan ia menarik saya lebih dekat, beristirahat kepala saya dadanya. Kami tidak berbicara, dan kita tidak berhenti menari sampai lagu berakhir. Lagu ketiga mulai bermain dan itu bukan sesuatu yang saya bersedia untuk menari, mengingat itu bukanlah sebuah lagu yang lambat. Ketika kami berdua menerima bahwa tarian sudah berakhir, kita menghirup napas simultan dan mulai terpisah.Ekspresi penuh terkonsentrasi maksud, dan sebanyak saya suka senyumnya, saya juga benar-benar menyukainya ketika ia menatapku seperti ini. Lengan saya meninggalkan lehernya dan tangannya meninggalkan pinggang saya dan kami berdua berdiri di lantai dansa, menatap satu sama lain canggung, dan aku tidak yakin apa yang harus dilakukan sekarang."Satu hal tentang dansa," katanya, lipat tangannya di dadanya, "adalah bahwa tak peduli betapa senangnya ketika Anda melakukannya, itu selalu sangat canggung ketika sudah selesai."Itu membuat saya merasa baik untuk tahu bahwa itu tidak hanya saya yang tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan sekarang. Tangannya menyentuh bahuku, dan dia mendesak saya kembali menuju bar. "Kami memiliki minuman selesai."“And fries to eat,” I add.