She had that idea in mind from the first time she knew him; up first for curiosity, then with crave to see him, and now, because she craved to see more of his world, of him in his normal days, of him doing what was usual for him. And to see him more in his natural condition she had thought not to tell him anything. When he had left for go there to work she had kissed him on the doorsteps, pulling him back every time he tried to go, always needing a last kiss more. She never got tired of his kisses, and even if she knew she would have seen him not that much later she had stole him those fair ten kisses more before he had managed to run away from her.
Now she was sitting in the club he worked on from time to time, not too close to the stage not to be spotted at once, yet not too far, to have a good view of him. At first the had thought she would have been angry, jealous, and for sure she would have been a while ago, but– she was the first one being surprised of the fact that she trusted him too much to be jealous.. She knew he was hers, he had gave her his heart, and he held hers in return, and she trusted him. Fully. In the back of her head she still had those thoughts, the old shadows, but it was enough for him to look at her to see he wouldn’t have hurt her.
So when he approached the table of the screaming girls she smiled, and bit her lip. That man making all those girls scream was hers. The handsome, talented man, was one of the few things she was more than proud of. After their practice together she could now see the passion he was putting also in that job, that to everyone else’s eyes could just be just a simple taking clothes off, he was turning it into an intense dancing, where his deep sensuality could be expressed at his fullest, also without take his clothes off.
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