Was it Just a Dream [MF] [bst] [nc] [str8] [dream]

The club is packed with sweaty bodies gyrating to the deep base of the music. This is just what I needed after the week I have had. Suffering from serious writer’s block and a deadline looming has sent my stress levels through the stratosphere. This is exactly what I need, the mindless release of pent upped energy and frustration.

The room is dark with multi-colored lights flashing around. I look down at the dance floor and it seems to be alive, waves of bodies moving almost as one. Except for him. A tall dark masculine figure standing against the wall across the room. He’s watching the dancing with such intensity, scanning people, almost as if he is on the hunt.

For some unknown reason, I can’t seem to take my eyes off him. Slowly, I make my way down the staircase to the dance floor. As I reach the bottom I realize that he is taller than I thought. I can still see him even with the movement and bouncing of the crowd.

I feel oddly drawn to him. His head turns my direction and locks on me, a shiver shoots down my spine. Warmth spreads through my lower back making me sweat with nervous anticipation.