“I’m more a fan of spontaneity, rather than structured plans.” She was rarely a fan of structure at all. “Good, follow me,” she told him, pulling him out onto the dance floor with her. Her body automatically fell into rhythm with the music that was playing. Alexa wasted no time trying to start with the innocent dancing. Rather, she went straight to her own version of Dirty Dancing. Her back to his front, she guided his hands to her hips, as she started to dance to the beat of the song. Alexa looked back over her shoulder then. “These hands of yours,” she told him, “are free to roam.” She said with a smirk.
“My kind of woman,” he said approvingly. Evan was not a fan of timetables and schedules. He liked to go with the flow, and being able to have the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Grinning, Evan followed the woman onto the dance floor. His smile widened in surprise when she got right down to it. He looked around, surprised, and a little sheepish, but that was quickly forgotten as she began to move.
He allowed her to place his hands and then leaned in. The hands at her hips went around her waist, her back flush against his chest now too. “They are wild things,” he whispered in her ear, feeling his lips just graze her skin.