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**1**
“I thought we were supposed to be dancing, not talking on the phone with colleagues while I drink in the corner.”
I didn’t bother hiding the bitterness in my tone before taking another sip of my cocktail. My husband couldn’t hear me, phone stuck to his right ear and left hand pressed against the other. Even if he hadn’t been distracted trying to hear one of his coworkers, the loud bass of the music would drown my words out anyway.
It started off so well. We’d arrived in Cancun that morning, checked in, and made plans to explore and go dancing. We visited some marketplaces, tried some of the local food, and shared laughs as we walked towards the club the front desk had suggested. I had high hopes for this trip, our first vacation since our son moved out months ago. A chance to get away and reignite a love we’d seemingly lost. It was supposed to be a new beginning, and now, it just felt like more of the same.
Our initial mistake was making our way to the bar first and not following the crowd to the center of the room where people were dancing like their lives might end tomorrow. Whatever call he was on right now would’ve been missed and our bodies would have been close, our movements sensual and fervent.
All his attention would have been on what mattered – us.
I had been on my first cocktail when he got the call from work. A call that was supposed to last two minutes.
Now I was on my third.
Sighing, my gaze flitted around the room, taking in the amorous scene that was unfolding. My eyes were on the couples who seemed to be reveling in the moment despite the lack of air conditioning. They were dancing freely and losing themselves in the freedom of their movements. It was captivating, and I was jealous.
**2**
None of them were as alluring as the couple at the center of it all. They were young, in their early twenties, and they danced like they were making love. His hands guided her hips as they swayed against him. Her head lay on his shoulder with her eyes closed as he kept his mouth in the crook of her neck. His shirt was open, his abdomen covered by the girl against him. His partner, however, was on full display. Her thin cotton dress hung loosely on her frame, leaving her toned stomach and bikini top exposed. On her waist was a loose, flowing skirt barely concealing her legs.
They were beautiful; an image of youthful, lust personified. A familiar warmth spread between my legs at the sight. It reminded me of what we used to be. I wanted to be like that again, feeling that desire so intensely. It was the point of this entire trip.
“Hey, I’m sorry. It was important.”
“It’s fine.”
I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t care about the work emergency or whatever excuse he had for disrupting the little bubble of romance we had just been beginning to form.
“It’s not. The first rule we agreed on was no work and –”
“Do you want another drink? I want another drink.” Looking away from the dance floor, I met my husband’s gaze. The tight-lipped smile on my face did nothing to conceal my irritation before I looked over at the bartender.
“Another one of these and…” Trailing off, I looked at the half-empty glass of bourbon he had yet to finish. “…and a whole bottle of whatever he’s drinking.”
She nodded before turning around to abide by my requests.
He sighed but when the bottle arrived, he poured himself another drink. We sat in silence, drinking long enough to build a strong buzz. I felt warm and confident as I finished my fourth drink, the alcohol I hadn’t tasted among the fruity juices starting to take effect.
“Cerveza, por favor.”
The deep and raspy voice grabbed my attention. The man from the dance floor stood beside me, sweat glistening on his skin. Up close he was even more handsome. But if he was here then she must be – I turned to look behind me. The sight of her brought a smile to my face; she was so free, so impossible to resist.
**3**
She was swaying to the tempo of a new song, moving in a seductive and entrancing way. Without thinking, I slipped from my chair and moved towards her, unable to resist the allure of her actions in my tipsy state.
“You’re so beautiful,” I shouted over the music once I reached her. She turned, an easy smile spreading across her full lips.
“So are you.”
Her hands moved to clasp mine and she laughed, pulling me closer. I had forgotten how easily friendship can come with women when we’re filled with alcohol and adrenaline. The dancing followed suit, my hands on her waist as it swayed. I mimicked her movements. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders, a soft laugh spilled from my lips as we moved without inhibition.
It was exhilarating.
She spun me around, pulling me into her back so our waists swayed in sync.
I felt young. I felt alive.
My eyes fluttered closed and I no longer followed her lead, setting my own pace. She was quick to follow as we moved against each other.
We were blind to the watchful eyes of those around us. The beat changed several times, new tempos that led to new movements, and yet we never strayed too far from one another. When my eyes opened again, they immediately met my husband’s. His gaze was dark and unwavering. No phone in sight, just complete and utter focus on me.
A pulse of heat rushed through me and hit me straight in my core under his attentiveness.
The younger man who once stood in my place moved to whisper something in his ear and a slight smile came to his face.
“Is he yours? The man in blue?” The question forced me to break eye contact and turn towards my new dance partner. Her accent was thick and it was clear she wasn’t a tourist.
I nodded. “He’s gorgeous,” she said.
She was right. He always had been. Even now, with the slightly graying hair, his jawline was sharp and his physique well maintained over the years. Hers was just as attractive.
“You should come and meet him.” The suggestion rolled off my tongue with ease. I wanted her near me, near him, and I wanted to be near the man who had pressed himself against her for most of the night.
“That sounds like fun.”
**4**
Her smile was infectious and I found myself returning the gesture before pulling her towards our beaus.
“You two look like you were having fun.” I smiled at my husband’s words.
“We were. I want you to meet…”
“Laura,” she said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Laura,” he replied.. I didn’t miss the beat of the eye contact they shared but no part of me cared.
“I’m Victor.”
I pulled my gaze away and towards Laura’s partner.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
His hand was warm and his eyes hot. He was alluring, with tan skin, deep brown eyes, and lean muscles on full display. The familiar feeling of desire made itself known in the place that craved it the most. The conversation ceased as the atmosphere filled with blind attraction.
“Do you –” Taking my hand from his grasp, I looked away, my gaze darting among the four of us. Maybe it was the alcohol or the atmosphere or the lust coursing through my veins formulating the question, but at the moment, nothing else mattered.
“Do you guys want to get out of here?”
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