Love at first sight 002

Love at first sight 002
Talia closed her eyes and willed herself to focus. What was most important right now was her big come back. Dance was her life. She didn't know anything else and did not want to know anything else. She had to get back to what she knew best.
The music began and she could feel the surge in her body, the rush of exhilaration. Once her body started moving, she did not even have to think about what the next move would be. She just moved naturally, fluidly. In her own world for that moment as she danced around the floor, filling the room with her energy. And as she did, she mostly became unaware of the fact that Milo's eyes were glued to her. That he could not take his eyes off of her even if he tried.
She kept moving even after the music stopped. She refused to let the sensation go. Wanting more.
The simple sound of hand claps was her confirmation that her moves were a job well done.
"What do you think?" She took one of the clean, rolled up white towels from the basket near the wall.
Milo did not immediately reply. The way that his eyes bored into her gave her chills.
He did not answer her. Instead he grabbed her by the waist and took her into his arm. She was not prepared for what was next.

Gliding around the dance floor was second nature to Talia. She knew rhythm and the movement of bodies and cadence so very well.
She wished she knew men as well as she was familiar with dance.
Having a dance partner was not new. Having a dance partner like Milo was unchartered territory. He led her firmly, orchestrating their every movement. She could actually close her eyes and feel comfortable with him.
Her solo dance had been classic ballet movements. Milo had taken them elsewhere. Somewhere she had never been before. And she liked it. Never wanted it to end.
Talia swayed, her body in staccato rhythm with the music, moving in time with Milo. They seemed to be one. She wondered how they could be so in sync when they had never rehearsed. They'd just met.
As he whirled her from one end of the floor to the other, Milo kept his eyes trained on Talia. It was as if he was trying to make sure that she knew that he was relentless. The feel of his soft breath on her neck, the touch of his large hands holding her waist. Secure.
There was a surge of energy that flowed through her that she had never felt before. A heat that was unfamiliar. She wanted more. In that moment. A moment that came to an end too quickly.
Hearts racing, chest to heaving chest, Milo and Talia lingered in the space where their dance ended.
"Did you feel that?" he asked.
"Every single moment."
She did not want him to let her go.
His chest heaved again, raising and lowering quickly. Talia settled into the warmth of their enmeshed energy.
"Good. I want you to feel that way again when you dance. Give it a go. This time with the same passion."
Holding his hand out, Milo twirled her about, releasing her.
She ran her hands across the front of her leotard, then smoothed her hair.
A deep breath. Was he saying that she was not passionate enough? What was he trying to tell her?
"You can do this, Talia. Or maybe you cannot."
His raised brow, his expression challenged her.
"I'm quite capable, Milo."
He motioned for her to begin. She was well aware that his eyes were focused on her, as were his expectations.
Showtime.
Growing up, her instructor taught her to always be ready. As a dancer, one would never know when an important opportunity would be staring at you. A once in a lifetime chance could be right in front of you. There was no time to choke. And Milo, as it stood, was one of the best dance instructors in the Northeast. He was the instructor to the instructors. Simply having the chance to audition for him was a privilege that most dancers did not get. And here she was.
Talia knew she could not afford to mess up.
Passion. Milo wanted her to dance with passion. As she started to move, she remembered what it felt like to have his hands on her hips. The feeling of his chest against hers, his breath on her neck. The feeling of him taking charge, leading her around the dance floor, creating their every move.
It fueled her, ignited her to think of how his touch set her body on fire.
It fueled her, incited a feeling in her that she'd never known.
Talia wanted more. She wanted to know what the next step was. Wanted to know why a man she didn't know made her feel a barrage of emotions that she'd never felt before. Just thinking of Milo fueled her passion. Made her want to dance and made her want to know what it was like to experience true passion.
As she swayed her hips, she wondered what it would be like to have a man truly desire her. What it was like to really turn a man on.
What turned Milo on? What drove his passion?
Talia let the rhythm of her daydream take over. Her body moved as if on autopilot. She thought of all of the women she considered sexy and beautiful and tried to channel their energy. A pirouette around the floor, and then gracefully ending with a Swan's pose.
The music softly faded out.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Talia exhaled to slow her racing heart.
"I put my all into that."
Milo stood stoic, not speaking at all.
A sudden sharp pain traveled up the length of her leg causing her to almost fold and fall to the ground. Talia caught her balance.