Jodie starts to organise our empty glasses into the centre of the table, signalling the end of our weekly girls night. She stands up with a yawn and makes an excuse about the time and having to go home. Suzi has already gone, so Miah and I are left alone at our regular table. It's the first time in the weeks since we met. I am not sure if I am imagining it, but it seems like she has been looking at me differently tonight. The first time I saw her I noticed immediately how striking she was, it was the kind of beauty that made me feel bland and boring. I was attracted to her, but I had been dismissing it as a friendly infatuation that would pass. I wonder if she feels the same way.
"So", she starts "what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"
I raise my eyebrows and look at my brown leather watch. It is late.
"Guess I better head off soon too, work in the morning, you know." I reply.
"That's not much fun!" she exclaims, a twinkle in her eye. "Do you want to come dancing with me? There is a DJ on tonight I love, over at Vibe?" I consider her offer; it would be nice just to unwind. I nod and shrug as I stand up, brushing my hair from my face, she smiles at me. Miah pulls her coat around her and I follow her out the door, like I had followed Suzanne in just a few weeks before.
We walk close to each other; I still don't know my way around too well, so she steers me in the right direction. Before long we are walking past a burly bouncer, down a flight of stairs and into Vibe. The music is ok, not really my thing, but danceable so we head for the floor. Miah starts to move in a way I only wish I could, smooth and long and sexy. Her hands reach up high above her head, her eyes are closed and her head is gently swaying from side to side, her creamy hair is swishing and I am spellbound. I join her in her movements but I feel awkward and clumsy, like I don't fit next to such a confident creature. Her smile changes my mood in an instant; she takes my hand and starts to dance closer. A guy with a horrible tee shirt on is trying to get in on the action, concentrating more on her than on me, she dismisses him and keeps her eyes on mine. We dance this way for a few songs that all melt into one long sexually charged moment.
At last, the music stops and Miah leads me to the bar, she orders for me, by now she knows what I have, and I take a gulp on the cool drink. Miah is sipping through her straw, looking at me, trying to read me. I want to say so much, yet I feel my face will betray me. So I smile at her and she winks at me. I am starting to wish I had taken acting classes; it would be nice to be able to speak with my eyes. The DJ starts up again, and she nods her head back towards the dance floor. This time I take the lead, heading into the thick of the sweaty bodies. This time, she is dancing with me from behind. I can feel her hands on my hips, guiding my body into her groove, and I love it. I feel naughty, sexy and scared at the same time and it is so exciting.
After the set finishes I am so hot and so turned on, I turn around to Miah, but she is already threading her way through the crowd away from me. I follow her as she heads out the door into the fresh night air. I gasp at the difference in temperature, but quickly adjust.
"Miah?" I call out, as she tries to signal a cab.
"Why the hurry?" I ask.
She turns to me with a look of confusion on her face. It doesn't suit her, she is usually so confident. I can see her searching for the words, and I know what she wants to say. I move closer to her, so close I can feel her breath, quickened from the escape. I slide my hand up beside her neck and pull her luscious lips towards mine. It is a risk, and I am aware of it, but she comes to me willingly. Her velvet lips part as mine meet them, she tastes so sweet. We kiss softly for a moment, and not wanting to freak her out, I pull away first. Miah's smile is small, but it's there, so when she turns back around for a cab, I know everything is ok. She opens the door and I slide in next to her on the backseat. I feel her hand, precautious on my thigh and I make an effort not to move, in case she pulls away.
The 10-minute ride to her apartment feels like an eternity. Neither of us knows what to say, and the entire ride I am dreaming of what I will do with her. When the cab pulls up in front of her building she climbs out of her side, I stay in the car, not wanting to be presumptuous. Seconds later Miah opens my door and pulls me out by the hand, and keeps a hold of it as we enter her building. She pulls me in and kisses me as we wait for the lift, my nipples are rock hard. I have only ever been here in my wildest dreams.